Indiewriter Stories

In the heart of a crumbling Iowan town veiled by cornfields and secrets, Scarlett Wren had built her own kingdom of midnight justice. She was eighteen, barefoot on the roofs by night, flame-haired and whip-thin, the kind of girl the church ladies called wild and the drunkards called a ghost. Whispers said she could hear lies in the wind, that she had been born of a murder night - not from a mother's womb but from the bloodied soil itself. What no one knew was that Scarlett wasn't just lucky. She was something older. Something cursed, or blessed, depending on who was telling the story. When farmers woke to find their cattle bloodless and their daughters dreaming of strange moons, the town elders - brittle men with brittle pride - brought in a solution. Cain Maddox. Thirty-one, ex-military, a legend among bounty hunters with a mouth like sin and a body carved by violence. They told him there was a "problem child" ruining their order, a red wisp who needed caging. They forgot to mention the rest: the spells woven into her breath, the monsters she fought alone because no one else dared to. Cain expected an easy hunt. What he found was a girl who stared down the barrel of his gun and smiled like the devil had kissed her first. Scarlett was trouble in the shape of a girl, all barbed jokes and fierce, aching loneliness. She saw right through him - to the broken boy inside the man, the wolf still pacing behind his ribs. And Cain, for all his hardened instincts, felt the shift the moment their eyes met: the slow, inevitable doom of being claimed. The hunt turned into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous than Cain had signed up for. The town's real sickness ran deeper than anyone guessed - into blood pacts, old gods, and rotting promises. Together, they would have to decide whether to destroy each other... or burn the town to the ground and start something wild and sacred in its place.

When anxiety takes over.

Lysandra was the chosen one. She was handpicked by the gods to be the Oracle and serve under the head priestess. Her family was blessed, she was blessed. Until the day she angered the Gods. Then she was cursed, and she lost everything. Even her family. Now she wanders through time. Alone, just as the Gods willed it. But she has seen visions of a stranger. A man waiting for her, with a beautiful smile. Her sister had always told her that there was someone out there for everyone. Now, she thinks her sister might have been right. Updated every 2 weeks.

THIS IS A RE-WRITE OF THE SAME BOOK WITH A CHANGE IN STORYTELLING PERSPECTIVE. Please let me know which version reads better. Shauna I don't have time to look for love. I run four businesses with my siblings and if I'm not at one of the shops then I'm at home baking for the shops. I work seven days a week twelve hours a day. I cook and clean and workout at JAGG, Just A Girl Gym, my ladies only workout spot. I am not likely to meet 'Mr. Right,' at any of these spots, and for now I am okay with that. So why is it that when the new guest looks at me with his deep green/brown eyes, I want to melt in a puddle and cook and clean for only him (insert eye roll here for the stupid cliché I just fantasized about.") Christoffer I am not putting up with this shit! If my mother and sister want to be the leaders of their social set, let them marry Kourtney. Because I sure as hell won't. I have a company to run and my own life to lead. Let me live my life and you live yours. I don't want that cookie cutter Barbie doll; I want something I can hold on to. I need a woman that has a good head on her shoulders and does something more than entertain more of the same empty-headed robots like herself. Now I have to get away from all this craziness because they have stressed me the hell out. When I see her coming down the stairs all I want to do is grab her up, yank those stupid yellow gloves off, and whisk her away to a better life, I mean what the hell, anything is better than being a housekeeper, right? What will happen when this strong-willed business owner meets the man of her dreams and he wants to 'take her away from it all' in this mistaken identity romance? Sexy billionaire BWWM romance by K. Dusty Williams. Find out what happens in this stand-alone heartfelt BWWM romance with HEA guaranteed by K. Dusty Williams

Beautifully Made Woman - BMW | February 2021 Issue 6 MAGAZINE LINE-UP: 1. COVER PAGE 2. BEAUTIFULLY MADE WOMAN - BMW MAGAZINE 3. YOU ARE INVITED... YEAH. YOU!!! 4. BMW TEAM 5. Andrea Tumblin aka Ilianna Binoche 6. @AbiSilverz 7. @julyndav 8. Karen Brown 9. Isabella Davies 10. @Eunnsook 11. @SmolBeanKth 12. Zuleika Boekhoudt 13. @RichandaBynum 14. @shyawkwardblackgirl 15. THANKS 16. HOW CAN I BE A PART OF TEAM BMW? Andrea T. aka Ilianna Binoche Administrator/Editor

Dear My Heart, I will never stop loving you not today, not tomorrow, not even in the quiet years when our paths no longer meet.

A mysterious epidemic. A family on the run. A virus that turns people into monsters. Flagpole, Arizona. An ordinary evening turns into a nightmare when an unknown virus, transmitted by infected bats, begins to spread. The Carter family finds itself catapulted into a desperate fight for survival. The contagion spreads. People change. No one is safe anymore. When civilization collapses, only two options remain: run or fight. A story of fear, action, and impossible choices. 👉 Are you brave enough to read to the end?

Beautifully Made Woman - BMW | December 2020 Issue 4 MAGAZINE LINE-UP: 1. COVER PAGE 2. BEAUTIFULLY MADE WOMAN (BMW) MAGAZINE 3. YOU ARE INVITED... YEAH. YOU!!! 4. BMW TEAM 5. WATTPAD's UNDER-RATED WRITERS 6. FASHION 7. TEA TIME 8. BEAUTY 9. NATURAL v. SURGERY 10. BUSINESS SENSE 11. POETIC HUSTLE 12. MENTAL HEALTH 13. SPIRITUAL 14. THANKS 15. HOW CAN I BE A PART OF TEAM BMW? Andrea T. aka Ilianna Binoche Administrator/Editor

William Billium the prince of Fertilium embarks on the adventure of a lifetime with his trusty companions by his side...

Mia was impulsive not the kind of impulsive that u can control, she thrived into freedom ,always out of control . she was like a chaos in my calm ,she was the complete opposite of me, I relish in control and boundaries she always crossed them all. she was like a ripple in my calm. A stupid yet confident ripple...

lil original i whipped up a bit ago, decided to post it.

When you wait for love.

"ROT" is a spoken eulogy for someone still alive. This is an unflinching look at addiction, abandonment, and the quiet violence of watching someone decay in front of you. It's grief, rage, and mourning tangled in one. A poem for the ones who were left to rot alongside the people they couldn't save.

Every feeling is you.

a story about my 2 favorite things homestuck and overwatch!

Life of a schizo The mind, a shifting landscape of thoughts both profound and perplexing, carries me through a world that never settles. Moments of clarity flicker like crossing stars, only to be swallowed by the clouds of uncertainty. I stand at the edge of reality and illusion, where whispers weave themselves into the fabric of my consciousness, echoing truths I struggle to decipher. But there is beauty in the chaos. There is meaning in the shifting sands. To exist in this space is to navigate a reality unlike any other-to be both lost and found in the same breath. God bless Xian i love uuuu

This is dedicated to my hubby

Afterthoughts. Not Ex Machina, just Tabula Rasa.

Let's cancel love people. I no longer want to feel it.

Alistair is a oddly talented young prince that has yet to learn how to rule the kingdom. Under the guidance of the royal advisor Alaric, he'll find out soon. His brother-at-arms Sirius is a combat prodigy who becomes both his guardian and matchmaker. Yes, matchmaker. Upon encountering a certain underground group or cult of some sort (they don't know and honestly, I don't either... yet), they must leave the palace to ensure their safety. After fleeing the palace (for reasons not to be disclosed), they stumble upon Ebony, the self-proclaimed Princess of Mischief. Who tries to beat the crap out of them, only to be subdued by their mentor Perseus. With a name to clear and a country to fix, is there any hope for our young protagonists? Quite honestly, I doubt it. They're only moody teenagers after all. How are they suppo- *gets knocked out* //////////////////// Author's note: This is a story I wrote in 2019 and never got to publish. A close friend of mine encouraged me to let the world know of my writing. This is one of the earliest stories I have ever written, so I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism my readers have to offer. That's all. I hope you enjoy the cliffha- *mouth gets gagged by friend* (Friend's voice) Ehem! We hope you all enjoy the story!