**Featured on DARK FANTASY and ADULT FICTION reading lists** WARNING: EATING OR DRINKING WHILE READING THIS STORY IS HIGHLY INADVISABLE. Once Upon A Time, Good Omens, Monty Python, and Arrested Development had a back-alley three-way and birthed a fairytale. Gerald wasn't supposed to be stuck living seven centuries in the future. He definitely wasn't supposed to be "mentoring" The Dark Lord's progeny in the hopes that she would decide to save the world rather than destroy it. In fact, he wasn't even supposed to be named Gerald (the name of every other male in his family for three hundred years), because everyone assumed a weak-chinned, balding, forgettable man, who was just a magician, could never be who Geraldo The Foreshadower prophesied. But that's what assuming gets you, and here he was saddled with a fate he never asked for, in a time he didn't know, surrounded by people he didn't want to like, and he was out of Firewine AGAIN! The Dark Heir is a darkly satirical tale of assumptions, anti-heroes, and apocalypses, where the road to hell is actually a themed water-park slide covered in slightly less urine than a real one. It drops literary and film references faster than an NYC socialite drops names, and promises endless laughs - including, but not limited to, sad chuckles, guffaws, uncontrollable giggles at inappropriate moments, brays, barks, cackles, snorts, cachinnations, and the occasional howl (though that may be the Welsh Werewolves showing up unannounced). Consider yourself warned... Reviews: "Completely and adorably bonkers," says @floranocturna "Hilarious in every way. Even when I cringed, I laughed," says @LadySapphire2018 Winner of The Trident Awards

GHOST IN THE SHELL meets THE LUNAR CHRONICLES. Year 2154, Hong Kong: Bod Mods are all the rage. From forearms equipped with blast cannons to telescopes implanted to irises to jet propellers as feet, there is no limit to the modification available that money can buy. University student Chan Meiha witnesses a gruesome Bod Mod safety mechanic malfunction on campus, but that's only the beginning. It's one thing to switch off a glitching machine; it's quite another when it's literally neurally wired to your body and refusing to obey. With the safety measures of Bod Mods now defective, Meiha is tasked to help her stepfather, one of the creators of Bod Mods, fix this glitch. But there are people all too happy to misuse their Bod Mods without repercussion and restriction and Meiha has to sort this before chaos befalls her city. Written for Open Novella Contest II. Round 1 winner.

The year is 2113, and almost all the world's problems have been single-handedly solved with a shocking breakthrough - of how to store and transfer souls. At a certain price, anybody can buy a prolonged life, or a never-hungering body, or eternal happiness. However, despite the prosperity of the world as a whole, only a few rich enough can afford extra souls for themselves. And Owen Milano, left with nothing but a bare minimum of resources and his young daughter, can only dream of such things. Owen is stricken to discover that his daughter has fallen to a disease that will kill her in a short period of time. Not willing to lose anything more, Owen sees no other choice but to steal a soul to preserve his daughter's life. But it appears that the souls have a much darker truth behind it... [Submitted for ONC 2019] [Prompt: SUSPENSE FICTION #7, Soul Sickness] [Shortlisted!!] Cover by the amazing @hayakiu

Aldrick is obsessed with finding his grandfather's treasure. More than half a century and seventeen voyages have failed to locate his ships after they wrecked in Windward Passage, deeply-laden with pirate plunder and homeward-bound from the Caribbean in 1679. Elizabeth, the firstborn of Baron Leigh, was raised in Warwickshire, about as far from the sea as is possible in Britain. Recently betrothed to Aldrick, she doesn't want him to sail out of her life. First Place Winner in Round One and Shortlisted in the Open Novella Contest 2019 and now expanded into a full-length novel.

Glamour, mischief, and mystery made Halloween the perfect holiday for a werewolf fortune teller like Ivy Winters. That was until one meddling tarot card decided to stack the deck in favor of complete and utter chaos. Starting with a sexy, matching tattoo attached to very much still human veterinarian. An entry for the Open Novella Contest. Open Novella Contest Milestones 2,000 words - Towards the end of Chapter 1. 8,000 words- Somewhere in the first scene of Chapter 5. 20,000 words - End of Chapter 11 or beginning of Chapter 12.

It hurts when someone leaves your life for good. Someone who was once a big part of it. It's easy to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start moving forward. Really it's just one foot in front of the other, everyday, all day. But it's not that easy to realise that deep down you're still broken because you never gave yourself the time to heal. Moving on is not about trying to bury the past. It's about acceptance. A girl named Irisa and a boy named Henry learn this lesson the hard way. And this is their story. Of hardships, of friendships, of breaking and hurting and healing. Of learning to let the love in again. All Right Reserved. Copyright © 2019 by Syeda Zainab Salam.

What if the jewelry that brings you beauty and elegance is the same cursed jewelry that brings forth misfortune? Beware.

❝In which an event planner's endurance and forbearance capacities are put to trial when she is forced to plan a caliginous client's wedding, who threatens to topple her life upside down if she doesn't act per his illogical behests.❞