Beginnersluck2014wattys Stories

Are you sure of your beliefs? Of your instincts? Of every story you've ever heard since you were a baby? What your grandmother taught you in cold nights around the firelight, about the howls of The Children of The Moon or The Silent Shadows sweeping in from the folds of darkness, screeching the dreaded forthcoming of the future or the sighting of The Great Slithering Ones when they conquer your oblivious state of mind. Because beware, not everything you deemed wrong cannot come true..

Imagine someone with the worst possible life, as if their worst nightmare was their reality. Now imagine that it's you. This story was one I wrote after finding a prompt for it online. I had to twist the words of the prompt a bit to adjust to the idea I had for it in my mind, so it's basically created entirely from my imagination. Comment/Vote x

A collection of happy moments whether with friends or family, books, movies and etc and why we didn't want to let go of them.. Why it was so beautiful there.. (at that moment)

Aileen grew up in the town of Presley. In a place where it's illegal to be interested in different things, she hides her true tastes. She didn't have any problems with it...until the mysterious Declan arrives. Will his arrival mean certain incarceration for Aileen? Is he the answer to saving the town from complete conformity?

"you're a bad influence on me." "how can you be so sure? what if you're the bad influence?" "maybe we're just bad influences on each other."

Calum Hood fanfiction.

Hi I’m Sydney Oswald. So, you’re probably wondering how on Earth did this 17 year old girl end up in the hospital with bruises, cuts, broken bones and a stomach the size of your average bouncy ball? Let’s start from the beginning shall we. Dedicated to my friend Indiana (citylight_swift), who encouraged me to write more and more! {Entered in Watty Awards 2014 for Beginners Luck Award}

In a made-up version of Overland Park, Kansas, a sophomore is struggling to find out which of her hazel eyed boyfriends to choose from. Will she make the right choice? Or should she just start going back to brown eyed guys?

Life... life. Isn't it always accused of something? Always a suspect? Always a criminal? Always blamed for our troubles and tears? Always the one that has wronged us but not we, ourselves? Yet, no matter the case, it has always been the same story over and over again. Blaming everything on 'life'. So, let's explore the curious but amazing case of the shapes and contours of life and let us decide for ourselves- who is the main culprit? Life or us?