This is the most shitpost worthy story I have ever written. It is about a wooden chair falling in love with a table. Their romantic adventure is something some may call inspiring. Please sit back, relax, and please shoot me right between the eyes. Thank you.

I don't know what this is Exert: 'Chair sat nervously beside Table, pressed to close that they're almost touching, the perfect curve of one of Table's legs right close to Chair's own. Chair feels a flush of pure want. Desire. Table and Chair have been 'associates' for what feels like decades. They knew each other in IKEA, for crying out loud, and Table never once uttered a word to Chair. The most Chair got was a: "She's coming, try not to break this time." and purposely looked directly at Chair! As if Chair mean for one of their legs to snap in half when one bubble of a human sat on them. Needless to say, Chair still adored Table. Even if Table was more talkative than a mime.' Again, I don't know what this is. I hope you're proud of me, mum.

When Elora moves to Everbrook her intoxicating fascination with the mysterious and murderous Mason begins. When she first encounters Mason, he places a knife to her throat and attempts to murder her, but instead of being afraid Elora is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Mason hates her for learning about his murderous ways but even he soon realises that he would prefer to kiss her than kill her. As Elora begins to break down the barriers around Mason's heart, she starts to realise that not everything in her life is as it seems. The town she lives in, the people she thought she knew, and the man she loves, may not be who she thinks they are. Love is all that matters to Elora, but will that be enough to save her town from the sinister plans of the malicious murderer plaguing Everbrook, Marlemore?