A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

Rowan was just here to be a ghostwriter. Investigating a small town's folklore and its connection to a real life murder wasn't part of his contract. ***** Rowan Underwood promised himself he'd do one last gig as a ghostwriter, tired of hearing everyone say how good of an opportunity it is. Bags packed, he moves to a small town in Nova Scotia, hands full of mythology and folklore books to write the work of a lifetime, and even has the help of Isla Guerreiro, small and fierce. When the myths become reality, when he's not entirely sure reality is what it appears to be, Rowan must do everything in his power to find out the truth about a murder before his name cannot be cleared any longer. [[WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]] [[WATTYS 2019 WINNER]] Content warnings: This story contains some scenes of violent nature. © 2017 caterina george // all rights reserved

A beautiful young woman was missing. I knew I had a murder. I even had a suspect. But would I ever find the body? Would I ever be able to arrest the suspect without the body? Don't believe all that crap you see on TV shows. Follow me on this true crime story and see what happens in a real murder case.

A young boy, Adam, discovers a gold medallion in a lump of coal. He keeps it as a curious good luck piece for the next twenty years, until as a scientist, he discovers it contains a message and is clearly alien. Join Adam and his colleague, Linda, as they embark upon an adventure of revelation, ultimately giving up all they hold dear to discover who we are and who put us here.

What if the seven dwarfs never really existed and were just branches of Snow White's personality? Happy for the good days, Grumpy for the bad, Sneezy when under the weather and Bashful around that special someone. What if every time you looked into the mirror you believed you were a different person? Well, that's how it felt to be Holly Mills. Faced with Dissociative Identity Disorder, this Snow White's only problem wasn't running away from evil queens. It wasn't much of a joyride for her best friend Ava or her boyfriend Will, either. Waking up to find out that she didn't even remember them on some days weighed them down in ways they couldn't even begin to describe. On the days when Holly woke up as shy and quiet Elody, sleepy and sarcastic Alora or clumsy and overenthusiastic Daisy, her three distinct alternate personalities, she didn't know who her friends were and couldn't recollect any of her past memories with them. To be friends with her was like being friends with four different people. Ava had already mastered this, but Will still had a lot to catch up on. After all, it wasn't an easy task to date four different girls at the same time. Especially if each one was a complete opposite to the last. Nonetheless, Will wants to be with his girlfriend. All of her. Even if that means recreating his and Holly's love stories with all her split personalities just to try and refresh her memory. Maybe somewhere along the way, she could get better, even. With Ava's help and a long list of ways to charm his girlfriend, can Will make the so-called dwarfs fall in love with Prince Charming just like his Snow White did?

They met on the Trivandrum Mail. They rediscovered love on the Trivandrum Mail. Fourteen years have passed - they have changed. But the Trivandrum Mail hasn't.

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

An ode to my poetic incompetence. This collection consists of five poems and one short story, Aquarium Friday.

I fell in love with a physicist, and then we lost ourselves. Maybe there are places we can all be happy. We just need to find those places. Or maybe they don't exist.