Time. The definition of time has been constant for decades. That slow moving arrow that leads to another and it never really ends, it's an infinite rotation that sometimes makes you lose your mind. "What year is it?" I ask not removing my eyes off of him. He points to the newspaper "It's 1840?" I take a step back from the man trying to gather my thoughts, l can feel the news paper slip out of my hands as black spots cover my vision and I hit the floor. The last thing I can process is the man's voice screaming for help and then it all goes dark. Story cover by @-acethespace

#2nd Place in fantasy, Sweet and Spicy Awards. In a Kingdom located in the furthest South, some secrets are revealed by the one person who shouldn't know them. ____________ Cerissa's past life has been blotted out of her head leaving her to make decisions in a present that is sabotaged by her past, make friends her past marked as foes and walk herself to a trap her past constituted for her. She experiences love, loss and betrayal. _____________ "I've never seen trees like this, so many and so thin," I say, breathing the chill air as I look at the immense sublime trees standing in front of us on the other side of the brook, with movement of a whirlwind but look of a witch and I try to give myself a distraction not waiting for him to say anything but he does. "Legend says every tree encloses the soul of someone who died in the revolution, chastised by the king." "That's a gruesome thought." I shiver at the thought, and it occurs to me. He remembers. Yet I'm too onerous to state it. I don't want to concern myself with the reality, because the reality states that I'm an outrageous person, I slaughtered the hearts of so many innocents and that's one thing I don't want to believe. I also don't want to stop the velvet conversation as he tells me a few other legends that are less gruesome, ones about the hills surrounding the Hamlets, and a story about The Alpine Thudris, which I've never heard of, which also became the footstools of the gods and holds the magic of the stars. "Where'd you learn all these stories?" He shrugs, darting his eyes off the flickering flames to his lap, a furrow deepening over his brow for a minute. He finally lifts his chin with a proud air. "I grew up with them." And he ends the conversation, the only thing lulling my hideous thoughts to rest, saying it's probably time that we get some sleep. Cover image credit to: Unknown.

"I was broken. Nothing, no one could fix me. Until you came into my life again. I wish I had gone with you that day instead of him. Because, now I can't imagine how I spent the previous years of my life without you by my side. You are my savior. You showed me that its okay to be broken and you showed me that I wasn't alone. You were with me. i love you for that. But I hate that I love you. I was never good with love. I'm scared that one day I'll wake up without you by my side. One day you will realize that you are better off without me and I don't want that day to come. Not now, not ever. I love you too much to let you go. I finally have a place in this world and that is next to you. You once said, 'Our mistakes compliment each other.' Truer words than these were never said before. We are both broken and incomplete but together, we're whole and we're fixed. We might be too bad for the others, but we are good for each other. They say all good things come to an end, but I'm bad and so are you. Together, we are horrible. But that just means that we're inevitable. You are mine and I promise to forever be yours." Recap by WeLiveOnlyOne *** WATCH THE TRAILER! Humor #1 / Teen Fiction #1 / Romance #4