; sometimes, the voices inside of our heads are too much to handle. it may seem like they have a mind of their own. and, sometimes, we should let them out.

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]

As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of evil hunting down her new roommate, and - worst of all - all the post-break-up comfort food she keeps eating. And to make matters worse, Death is almost certainly going to go down in the record books as being the universe's least helpful roommate. He may be a horseman of the apocalypse but he'll be damned if he doesn't do the dishes. But life's going to get a whole lot harder for Rosa. Death's sudden holiday is resulting in some grizzly repercussions, and now all of the Underworld is out to drag him back. There's only so far sarcasm and strawberry ice cream will get you.

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.}

❝hi this is Panda Express, how may I help you?❞ ❝can i have one order of general tso's chicken? hold the chicken, double the vegetables.❞ ❝how in the world is that general tso's chicken?❞ ☂ lowercase intended. story inspired by many others. ☂ -- just a pinch of love #1 -- #339 in humor 1/2/15

So what do you do when a deliciously handsome guy breaks into your apartment on Christmas Eve wearing a Santa hat? Some might call the police or maybe scream. Or you could do what Evangeline does, which include the following: 1, point a water gun at him. 2, agree about the ugliness of small, pink tree with kitten ornaments from your stepfather's ex-wife. 3, go to a playground and bury said ugly tree. 4, begin to like the tree burying, Santa hat wearing intruder. So, if you ever find yourself in Evangeline's spot, just call the police.

a girl and a boy, an airport, and the three times their relationship developed. [lower case intended] [completed 7/14/15]

--- Essa é a versão original do conto que deu origem ao romance Uma Monografia Sobre Engarrafamentos, publicado pela Duplo Sentido Editorial. Há diferenças consideráveis entre as obras, e o conto continuará disponível para leitura no Wattpad --- Na grande São Paulo, é muito comum que os motoristas usem o aplicativo Waze para se informarem do trânsito, traçarem a rota mais curta de casa até o trabalho e alertarem uns aos outros sobre acidentes na pista. O que Letícia não sabia, porém, é que um alerta de acidente na avenida Tiradentes colocado - e sofrido - por ela, incluindo seu Uno amarelo, um carro rosa espalhafatoso e um Cinquencento simpático iriam levá-la a uma loja de Conveniências tão acolhedora... E a uma pessoa que diz tudo o que ela precisava ouvir e não sabia. Não ouvir, propriamente, mas a sinceridade, mordacidade e divertimento contido naquelas palavras que brilhavam na tela de seu celular parecem completar Letícia como nunca antes. Como encontrar um pontinho roxo brilhante no mapa enorme que é São Paulo? Conto inicialmente escrito para o desafio 6 do @RomanceBr, vencedor do desafio Sente&Escreve e do @Projeto12Meses • participante do movimento #freeyourbody

in which a boy who stutters meets a curious girl; who he loves. © -weightless / -moonlits 2014

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