A young man and a woman sit on a hilltop, doomed to watch the same scene play out before their eyes again and again. For how long? Until they remember. {Written 2013.}

She was invincible and unfixable. She was the woman you'd been warned about since you could walk. She was the smile that robbed a million dollars, and twice as many hearts. {Written 2013.}

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}

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]

A quiet afternoon is infinitely more interesting when you add a young man who claims to be a time-traveler, a half-completed shopping list, and an unhealthy amount of sarcasm. {Written 2014}

This woman could have been a spy, a duchess and the lover of a young cameraman all at once. She was a conjurer of a thousand stories, each unique to every observer; the elusive face behind any tale you put to her. {Written 2013.}

"Every fairytale begins in the rain." When you run into an old bookshop in the middle of Paris to escape a storm, who knows who you might meet there. {Written 2014.}

"Her worth wasn't and isn't defined by him, just as a house's worth isn't dependant upon the owner. No matter who owns it, a house is still a house and it's worth is determined by what's inside and it's structure. Her structure was still standing, her beliefs and opinions holding her up and guiding her outlook on life. He left, but she still had herself and that's all she needed." --- Way before Wren was born, her grandmother's best friend, Sophie, made the best out of a bad situation and worked tirelessly to become someone she was proud of. She showed the world that all she needed was herself and documented her whole experience via email to Wren's grandmother. Wren is now all grown up and has found herself in a slump, but when she stumbles across Sophie's old emails, her whole mindset rapidly changes..

The end of the world has passed. Ragnarök left the world a harsh wasteland, but not all hope is lost. - A short story for the second Fantasy Smackdown.