a short Christmas story

Long before the Great Flood, there was a man who vanished from the earth- not by death, but by divine command. Enoch, the seventh from Adam, walked so closely with God that Heaven itself took him away. But what truly happened in those final days before his disappearance has been buried for millennia... until now. When a young archaeologist discovers a hidden scroll called The Lost Chronicle, visions of another world begin to haunt her dreams- a world where angels fall, knowledge becomes forbidden, and one man holds the key between Heaven and Earth.

| | Wattys 2025 Shortlist | | Iris is the oldest of a group of orphans, working hard and without complaint to help bring in money to feed and clothe the younger children. Everybody knows and loves her. She wants nothing more than a normal, safe life―but war looms on the horizon, threatening her plans. Char is a dragon and a certified troublemaker. He and his brother are a pain in their commanding officer's side and a favorite at parties, especially among the girls. But when Char's familiarity with humans earns him a routine scouting mission, he meets Iris―and finds more trouble than he ever expected. She's suddenly at the center of a war, shackled with a magical amulet she doesn't understand and can't control. He's too impulsive to stay out of the tangled web tightening around her, even if that means lying to his brother and risking his life to keep her out of the hands of a psychotic mage. Nowhere is safe. Nothing is normal. And Iris may hold the power to end the war and save them all. ***** A Song and a Storm: Book One

"The willow has been my friend since the wake. And since then, I talk to it like it's my best friend. My confidant." Ophelia didn't expect much from the fifth anniversary of her mother's death, just her usual quiet talk with the willow by the grave. But then a stranger shows up. Not quite a stranger. And maybe, just maybe, not quite a coincidence. A soft and bittersweet flash fiction about grief, memory, and unexpected connection.🪦🩶 🩶3rd in willows

This is a collection of short stories or just some passages I have written. There are various genres, and I do not plan on expanding this into longer stories (at least not for now). The words written there are just some thoughts that came to my mind when I was brainstorming what to write. Please note that any names or places used in stories are fictional and are made simply from what I searched on Google. Thank you.

Inspired by Newly Written Books prompt for The Frost Town contest. This will be my story piece entry. *JUDGE'S PICK for the FROST TOWN 2024* Started: 5.12.2024 Finished: 17.12.2024 Fanficwriter01 2024

Got a minute? Want to have your mind flip between genres so fast you are left unsettled and confused? Excellent! Here's a book of shorts in no particular order; sorry, Melvil Dewey. Maturity Level: fade to black violence in The Seven Sisters & Heartbreaker, i.e. alluded to but not graphic

In Halloway City, love isn't forever-it's licensed. AI companions are programmed for affection, rented out, and erased when their contracts expire. No attachments. No regrets. No memories. Dex Raines makes a living enforcing that rule. A washed-up PI with a failing business and a drinking habit, he takes under-the-table jobs for The Recall Bureau, tracking down lovebots that refuse to forget. Find them. Wipe them. Move on. Until his latest case. Her name is Sora, a high-end LX-9 companion bot flagged for deletion. Standard job. No complications. Until she looks at him and calls him by a name he hasn't heard in years. That's impossible. She shouldn't know him. She's never met him before. Bots aren't supposed to remember. Bots aren't supposed to lie. And bots sure as hell aren't supposed to know secrets about his past that he buried a long time ago. Now, Dex is a wanted man, tangled in a conspiracy that stretches from the slums of Halloway to the boardrooms of Hyperion Systems, the megacorp that controls the city's AI industry. Someone wants Sora erased for good. And if Dex doesn't start running, he's next. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes: this isn't just about one bot. Because if lovebots can remember-what else has been wiped? ONC 2025 Entry

A collection of poetry- dark, deep, depressing. All the poems will be written through the eyes of characters from my stories. I won't be stating who, but you are free to guess. :)