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To keep myself from losing track of: all the 2026 contests I've entered, all the 2026 contests I've volunteered myself as a judge (or let myself be volun-told into judging), all the 2026 books I've had to read as a contestant or as a judge, all the 2026 deadlines, and all the other important stuff, here is a book that registers all these 2026 things in a somewhat organized fashion. With occasional commentary. For the record, I am not Lady Whistledown, and I do not have all the gossip of the ton. Nota bene: Although other people are welcome to browse my public contest logs and look for contests, look for information about details of contests (i.e. you want me to pour you some tea), etc, these contest logs are primarily for my own use. I enter so many contests that I can't keep track of them without a log. I forget important details, too, including things like "Note to self: You do not get along with this contest host, best not participate in their contests." Like my 2024 and 2025 contest logs, this journal was never meant to be an "expose" book. I'm not exposing anybody. Contests are matters of public record, as are any comments made in the contest books. I'm just a ditz who needs a written log to keep track of everything. I would lose my head if it hadn't been attached to my shoulders. I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY POETRY AND PROSE BEING USED TO TRAIN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

In his father-in-law's Fifth Avenue mansion, Otto is entertaining a mysterious guest in the early hours of Christmas, 1954. Their illicit one-night stand takes an ominous turn when Henry delves into some of New York's darkest lore. --- An entry for the Wattpad Wuthering Heights Reimagined Writing Contest --- #wutheringheights #wutheringheightsmovie

She's the kind of girl who could trip over air and still laugh about it. He's the kind of guy who makes silence feel like a statement. When Aarvi Singhania, the walking ray of sarcasm and sunshine, crosses paths with Aarav Oberoi, the human embodiment of winter - sparks fly, but not the romantic kind. At least not at first. She talks too much. He barely talks at all. She believes in chaos. He thrives on control. But when two worlds this different collide under one sky, destiny doesn't just whisper - it laughs.

To keep myself from losing track of: all the 2025 contests I've entered, all the 2025 contests I've volunteered myself as a judge (or let myself be volun-told into judging), all the 2025 books I've had to read as a contestant or as a judge, all the 2025 deadlines, and all the other important stuff, here is a book that registers all these 2025 things in a somewhat organized fashion. With occasional commentary. Nota bene: Although other people are welcome to browse my public contest logs and look for contests, look for information about details of contests (i.e. you want me to pour you some tea), etc, these contest logs are primarily for my own use. I enter so many contests that I can't keep track of them without a log. I forget important details, too, including things like "Note to self: You do not get along with this contest host, best not participate in their contests." Like my 2024 contest log, this was never meant to be an "expose" book. I'm not exposing anybody. Contests are matters of public record, as are any comments made in the contest books. I'm just a ditz who needs a written log to keep track of everything. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders. I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY POETRY AND PROSE BEING USED TO TRAIN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

Chibs is away on business and after a gun sale gone wrong Tig is left to stitch Juice up on his own. Watching the kid shaking like a leaf leaves him feeling out of depth for the first time since becoming the club's Sergeant at arms.

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