A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

COMPLETED: Since Gianna was 10 years old, she has dreamt of a mysterious forest realm known as Greenwood the Great. She and young elf Faewyn soon become fast friends, playing amongst the trees in innocence. But as she gets older, things, as things do, begin to change... Tangled in the erratic webs of time, she not only finds herself increasingly endangered during her irregular visits, but with time running out, an escalating relationship with a certain woodland Prince may threaten to tear her apart. Copyright © 2013-17 I do not own any LOtR characters, only my own ideas and personages. Please do not steal any of my words or ideas. That would be plagiarism and that would be bad.

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.

Cameron is a manipulative, sociopathic, serial killer that stalks the streets at night in search of prey, but tonight, the tables might be turned on him.

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

***********WARNING!!!! Material includes graphic violence, rape, language, etc. IDEOLOGICALLY SENSITIVE. Read at your own discretion!************ In an ever-growing universe of constant change and infinite Realms, a universe populated by not only humans, but human-like creatures called "demons," where magic was as plentiful as water and a deity called Fate ruled, powerful beings called Guardians were born and made to protect the Infinity. Guardians, specially selected by the Council to harness the Powers of the Infinity, were highly revered, and many in number. But there were three who were loved and feared most of all. They were called the Trinity. These Guardians were Spirit, Darkness, and Light. The other Guardians answered to them at times, and they were burdened with powers beyond your imagination. Alas, the Guardian of Light was dying, and on her deathbed she bestowed her Power to a child whose birth wasn't expected for another century and a half. That child was Arielle Penthoseren. Before she knew of her Power, she was simply Arielle, the youngest princess to her people, an annoyance to her mother, and best friend of her family's worst enemy. She underwent trials of her mind and soul that she never knew anyone could live through. But while she was tried by the Realm and by Fate, a dark force was stirring. The Watchers, a force as old as the universe itself, were waiting. Regaining their strength after being recently defeated by the Guardians. They, the Seven, were planning the end of the Guardians, and the end of the Infinity. Will Arielle discover her Power before it's too late? Can she save the Realm and the Infinity she loves so dearly? This is the story of the Guardian Sea of Penthos and its keepers. ---- Pardon errors/typos/missing or added words/whatever else. I only edit it like once before I post chapters. When it's finished I'll edit it again. Enjoy~