WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

❝death, secrets, broken pieces.❞ • • • in which a girl talks to her dead best friend about why he was murdered, reminiscing on their past and revealing secrets she had kept from him. • • • ❝everything you have right now, one day it's all going to be gone.❞ 3/31/16 - 4/31/16 This story is saddening. Is known to make some people cry. Aka trigger warning. Don't drown in the feels, swim in them. highest ranking- #54 in short story Talking to the Dead Guy. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

❝We're monsters.❞ • • • ❝What if we are the monsters? What if we are our own? What if we haunt ourselves till there's nothing? If our heads are our home?❞ 6/7/16 - 5/2/17 re-write/new version Monsters. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.

[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.

At 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

❝I- what? What are you talking about? Who is this?❞ ❝Well the bathroom stall says that this number is the gateway to a good time, and unless you're trying to say that a bathroom stall is lying to me, I think I need a little more information to be sold. Do you have like a yelp page I could look up? Past customer reviews? How many stars out of five?❞ ❝What are yo- oh my god, I'm going to fucking kill Marie.❞ (alternatively called: a lot of people shit with pens) written in dialogue // cover by xhemmingshugsx

The perspective of the Three Musketeers when they first met Naomi. Thank you @TheOkayGirl for editing and enjoying the book, grammar and all

It's the mirrors. Or the shadows that dwell within them... Alice hates reflections. Never being able to adjust to being a twin, she escapes into an insane world of darkness, mad hatters and invisible cats. And she becomes the ruler of it all! What a wonder...! - *Wattpad Fairytale Community's Retelling Awards FCRAs Winning Story!*