2019winterchallenge500 Stories

a messy collection of everything I write

Jaymes Elisabeth Nichols doesn't believe in fairytales. She doesn't believe in fate or destiny either. So what is a girl to do, when she meets her fairy godmother on a warm summer evening in a cramped bookshop study room? Jaymes Elisabeth Nichols may be a realist but she isn't a wasteful realist. Jaymes puts her three wishes to good use, asking for love, stability, and peace of mind because, who doesn't want that in life? Leaving the bookshop, believing she's seen the last of the godmother, Jaymes is soon confronted with her past demons, all back to haunt her. Forced to now confront her past in a sickening twist of fate, Jaymes soon realizes that all wishes come with a price and the things worth having are worth fighting for.

Beauty and the Beast from the perspective of the enchantress, Henrietta. Few know her name, even less are aware of her love for Gaston. For as long as she could remember, all Henrietta ever wanted was for Gaston to notice her. For years she listened to every conversation Gaston was a part of. Finally, one day, Gaston says something of use. That he hates the prince. An idea formed in her mind. And it was truly a terrible one indeed. It was time for the prince to take his last breath. Cover by @humorously and parts of the summary by @Elflia

Watch out for Abigail Scabes - a girl so scary she makes the Raven look like a budgerigar! A terrifically fun zombie tale told in narrative rhyme, Abigail Scabes is the first of my illustrating collaborations with the brilliant writer, Nick Baker. Enjoy!

Will we sacrifice the diversity in our oceans for the continued use of plastic? First submission to the National Geographic #PlanetorPlastic writing contest. Highest Rankings: #1 Seahorse #2 Sealife #3 SaveourOceans #3 Aquatic #12 NationalGeographic #40 NatGeo #43 PlanetorPlastic

December 2018: The Song of Sqia'lon Seven writing prompt issued by @ScienceFiction. An intrepid band of space travelers, Nfrite, Serhat, and Kuma have come from their home planet to Sqia'lon Seven. They want to learn the truth about the inhabitants of their ruined sister planet. Once they hear a voice calling to them, however, their quest takes a dark turn. Curious? Read on. • ⦿ ⥉ ❍ ⥉ ⦿ • • ⦿ ⥉ ❍ ⥉ ⦿ • Word Count: ~1900 • ⦿ ⥉ ❍ ⥉ ⦿ • • ⦿ ⥉ ❍ ⥉ ⦿ • Highest Rankings #6 2019 Winter Challenge 500 #29 Writing Contest

❝ in which mallory has to relearn to fly, and yuzuru must help her spread her wings, no matter how much it hurts. ❞ mallory was - undoubtedly - the best, and nothing could knock her down, until something did, and as a consequence she's pushed away the one she loves the most. although she strives to fly again, what she doesn't know is that it takes two wings to lift up in the air and soar. cover credit - @woopitys (c) elena, 2019. all rights reserved.

After the elf fell we rushed into the forest, green armor jangling. She was the first elf any Sriat had seen since... well, since Fia'lon. That catastrophe is branded into every Sriat's mind, young and old, as the day the elves came for the world. Our elders would always scare us with stories of towering elves wielding deadly bows and crackling magic, felling hundreds of us at a time. We escaped extinction by a hairsbreadth. The elves terrifying magic had mysteriously failed and we Sriat took the opportunity to kill every elf we could get our hands on. At least, that's what the elders told us... The others had thought it a fitting punishment for me. As the one who'd let her escape she's now my load to carry. Resentful and enraged I'd roughly thrown her still bleeding body onto my saddle, careful not to stain my own belongings. But now... I watch transfixed as the crackling purple energy works its way around the gaping wound in her leg, slowly knitting lean muscle fibers together and closing her silvery skin around the hole. My gaze then shifts to her face, covered in a poor attempt at camouflage. It does little to hide her strong brow, her angled cheekbones, and the slight pink of her lips. With her snow-white hair hanging long and tangled from the side of my horse, she looks more like a feral wolf than an elf. 'Where did this creature come from and why did she think we would welcome her? Doesn't she know what the elves have done?' ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ Highest Rankings #12 2019 Winter Challenge 500 #32 High Fantasy #49 Elves ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ ⍋ ⊹ ❂ ⊹ ⍋ Updates are on Saturdays.

Jimmy McNee may be old- but he's not done yet! For anyone who believes that it's never too late to follow your dreams- Jimmy is the proof. Follow him on this quirky, rollicking adventure-of-a-lifetime today!

We are all awake and aware. Until, one day, you wake up for real and realise you've been unaware your whole life. Like Callie. In one day her life changed and she lost everything. Yet gained more than she'd had before. More than she knew she could have. The only question is can she keep her new life? Or will she have to go back to being unaware to keep her friends safe?

doctor who fanfics i'm proud of. don't be afraid to put a prompt in the comments. chances are i'll write it!

All Scotty wanted was a job at the mall. How did he get stuck leading the resistance against alien invaders? (Model Citizen was first published in the YA speculative fiction magazine Inaccurate Realities. It appears in Volume One: Fear, which was released on October 22nd, 2013.)

It was supposed to be a stupid test-a-scary-app challenge live-streamed at 3 am. We joked and laughed about it until our phones rang, on the screens an unknown caller. The next day one of us was gone, the house ransacked with muddy footprints, and I have no memory of what happened.

Colloquially known as tea this is a book celebrating and describing the different iterations of this juice the authors have enjoyed. Our extensive love of teas has inspired us, Svoosh and Eloiren, to write a sort of review book on the subject matter of tea. 🌿Please, dive in and enjoy our creation. 🌿

"No one ever heard my voice, not in a crowd, not in a quiet room. Not at home , not at school. Even while being around my friends I felt suffocated. Forgotten. Unimportant. Voiceless." Aamu has little to no courage, but lots of thoughts she would like to convey. Her voice, however, cannot seem to reach others and she feels overpowered by the shouting world. She wonders, how on Earth would anyone want to listen to what she has to say, when there were so many others yelling louder than her. Why would her thoughts matter? Feeling down, she comes across an old-school voice recorder. At home, she empties her heart to it, hoping to find her voice again. Maybe someone will hear my voice at least through these records, she thought hopefully. Everyday, she would speak out her mind, pour out her hopes and dreams, hoping that someday it would reach someone, far far away. Will it reach you?

Kyla works in a coffeeshop where Sage visits daily. All Kyla knows about Sage is that she's a reserved bibliophile with an obsession of milk and tea. When Sage suddenly stops coming, Kyla is instantly worried. She discovers her in an unexpected place with a confused mind and broken spirit. Can Kyla help Sage on her road to recovery, or is it too late? *Warning: contains mental health themes and suggestions of self-harm.

Nia Velore is a ghost, a shadow in the night. She's also one of the most wanted vigilantes in the city of Cardinal. She's survived this long only after abandoning her legacy as a cutthroat assassin, but old habits die hard - and one slip up lands her in the last place she'd ever thought possible. At the mercy of her enemy, the Guard has offered her an ultimatum she's only witnessed among nightmares: Quit her days as a Bent and fight for the other side. Save her mother. Go Guard. Once the face of a grassroots revolution, Nia must now find a way to survive in the world she worked so hard to burn down. It won't be that easy, especially stuck with an old friend that blew her trust and a team that thinks she's better off dead. As her life spirals down a rabbit hole of dark conspiracies, lies, and secrets, Nia fears she might have to face the hardest fact yet: war takes two to tango, and she's got a giant '#1' painted on her back.

Aernford is the sort of town that people avoid, a town that has its secrets, its issues, its darkness... It's a town full of history surrounding the three founding families. It's a town that the Carpenter's thought would be their fresh start. A new chapter. A blank page. Shirley and Joseph Carpenter find the town fascinating and easily slip into social networking with it's residents... But when her husband turns up dead from a supposed bear attack Shirley Carpenter begins to realize why most people avoid the town and the locals that live within it. More secrets are buried in the depths of the waters of the docked ships in Aernford, than are kept in her heart, and as the secrets of her soul begin to spill themselves, so do those of the people she's come to know... After all, how far can you really trust strangers, if you can't really trust yourself?