Historias de Footprints

Melinda starts her first day as shift manager of Cozy Retreat with a personal disaster. After spilling coffee into the lap of the most influential food blogger online, she is sure her brief carreer as shift manager was over. An unexpected connection forms and all she needs to do is believe she deserves a second chance. But can Melinda trust her heart as she struggles to keep the secrets of her past and the footprints of her memories beat a path to her door?

Joining a Wattpad community for the first time is like falling into spring - refreshing, but also all-consuming. It is more than a pastime or a shiny, new hobby. They connect us when we are worlds apart, through the good, the bad and the ugly. In this new collection, join me on a journey through my time in communities and the work I have done over the last five years. Here's to many more to come.

Pandora Paige Alexander is the main focus of what the government has cleverly named the P. P. A. Project. The project is a series of government run facilities, tests and inspections to learn and replicate a rare condition Pandora has lived with for more than 90 years and yet still has the face of a 17 year old. But what Pandora didn't expect after all these years of tests and questions is that there is more to her than simply a rare genetic condition but the key between this world and another.

This is a short story that I have written for the Romance #PerfectDate contest. I hope you will read it! "My Love, I wrote this to you tell you a story. The story of our perfect date. You may not remember it, but I remember every detail. The way you smelled and the way you looked. I remember being filled with joy because you were there with me."

Ash Luna thinks she might just go crazy for good if one more string in her family snaps. Her belief in the ability of man to be truly kind is something short of nonexistent: she can't trust anyone anymore. So when Pike, a carefree and dangerously handsome boy, shows up in her life and turns her heart upside down, she faces the choice of letting him in or letting him go. Can she find it in herself to not only help those around her, but pick up the pieces of her own heart and glue them back together?

I'm sometimes touched by how weak and fragile we humans are - crippled by disease or mental illness or freak accidents that are beyond our control, yet how great we can be especially when united, working towards a great act. But however strong or weak we deem ourselves to be, we all seem to share one thing- we all want to be remembered. Sometimes it's not so much death we fear but the mark we leave on those that get left behind.

A baby? On a battlefield? Marcus is a clerk in the Imperial army. When he finds an abandoned baby on a battlefield, he has no idea what to do with her. His best friend is no help; he thinks Marcus is a sucker for taking the kid in. The slave who ends up babysitting the child is no better; she thinks Marcus has ulterior motives - bad ones. Not only that, but two mysterious female assassins appear on the scene. Whether they intend to harm the baby or protect her, Marcus isn't sure. It doesn't help that the assassins have magical cloaks that allow them to turn into birds at any time. Marcus and his friends soon find themselves caught up in things they doesn't understand: the child has some connection to an ancient prophecy, one that could have implications for fate of the Empire itself.

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Well, I don't know if this is going to get any views at all, but please consider reading this. I felt like I had to write about this. This is a true short story about my grandmother. It's a sad story, but I felt like I needed to put my thoughts about it here.

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This is a poetic novel of not a Fantasy but what lies beyond human understanding what dirtiness can turn into pure understanding " Who we may be who we want to be all depends on how sharp we want our sparrow to be" •Read to see the secrets and the romance of a tiny rose bud that turns into a road full of rose petals•

A new modern take on the old fable "Footprints In The Sand", which children of broken homes would be able to relate to.

How to play Risk and who to choose to play