The blade of my hidden knife stops just a few centimetres from the prince's warm skin of his neck. He lays there, eyes closed and rhythmic breathing. His defined jaw relaxed and his teeth barely showing behind his pink lips. I hear voices coming from the hallway. I glance up at the door then back to the sleeping Prince. The door handle rattles, the guards yell from behind the wall. I bite my lip, balancing the blade just on the skin of the prince's neck. The door bursts open just as I slip out of the bedroom window into the cool midnight, no evidence of my attempt to assassinate the prince. ~~~~~~~~~~ Trained Assassin, skilled in over 4 martial arts, specialised in weaponry and one on one combat... And I couldn't kill the prince. So my question is, what stopped me? ____________________________________ "My chest literally hurts. This writing is phenomenal" - yellowdance13 "Oh my god I'm literally crying" - Campervangirl2000 "This book ticked all my boxes!" -bantaa14

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." "Oh, shiitake mushrooms." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #1 (19/04/18) 2016 Fiction Awards Finalist © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

Weihnachten, die Zeit der Liebe, Freundschaft und Schokoleckereien. Freude an glitzernden Lichtern, vertrauten Liedern und alten Märchen. Für das Mädchen mit dem verlorenen Blick jedoch eine Zeit, so einsam wie die vergangenen Monate. Dumpf, farblos, taub. Kein Glitzern in den stummen Augen, kein freudiges Lächeln auf den gefrorenen Lippen. Nichts bedauert er mehr, als ihre Einsamkeit in diesen herzenswarmen Tagen, ihren Verlust und nichts mehr möchte er, als ihr ein wenig Leuchten, einen Grund zu lächeln zu geben. 24 Tage, 24 Taten und Möglichkeiten hat er. 24 Gründe für ein Leuchten, ein Lächeln? Ein großes Danke an @lucy-flynn für das schöne Cover! <3 25.12.2016: #28