A fear of flying is one thing. Being seated next to a Tetris-addict who claims to be the Reaper is quite another. "He pulled out a business card. Where his profession should have been stated, the card read 'Destroyer of Worlds'. Nodding slowly, I pocketed the card." [check out the new spin off: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19632442-reaper-man] Copyright S.Ranasinghe 2013 HG Wells Short Story Competition [shortlisted]

~complete~ Charlotte is as sweet as a strawberry. She's the kind of person who will drop everything just to help you, just to put a smile on your face. She's as sweet as the sugar that constantly runs through her bloodstream, and as excitable as the rush that comes with it. And then there's Benjamin, who's as sour as a lemon. The last thing on this Godforsaken planet he wants to do is acquaint himself with her. While Charlotte is kind and caring, he's rude and vulgar, while she's friendly and innocent, he's crass and mean. So how in the hell is that going to turn out?

After getting her heart broken, she decides to email her ex- but she does not send it. Little did she know, he does the same thing. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Grace and Grant were not meant to be, but there were eleven reasons why he was unforgettable. This is a short story of how she fell for him, and how he let it all fall apart. [ Short Story #39 ]

Declan Harte is hopeless at kissing. So when he seeks the help of Eloise McAllister, the girl who kisses brilliantly, he doesn't think much of it. After all, what kind of trouble could one cherry knot possibly bring? All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2013 by Noelle N.

REWIND He was the boy that ran. PAUSE She was the girl that waited. FAST FORWARD “Ten years later.” Addison couldn’t believe who she saw standing in front of her, leaning against the tree they climbed as kids like he never left town. “Ten years later and you’re back. Why?” “I heard you were getting married,” Carver said, “and I couldn’t think of a reason why I shouldn’t come.” STOP

"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]

Felix Welter is a superhero. In the safest, most normal town in America. Did someone say 'be yourself'?

For years, Ivy's family tradition had been spending Christmas Eve at Pomona Park. Mistletoes hadn't ever meant much to Ivy, that is until she meets a certain boy with a holiday charm to spice up her seasonal tradition. With a few ups and downs along the way she's stuck wondering, did those moments underneath the mistletoe mean anything to him? *Entry for xTheGirlNextDoor's Holiday Short Story contest 2012*