Retch Stories

Mac Miller is widely respected and admired by many rappers for his talent, creativity, and contributions to hip-hop. His work ethic, versatility, and ability to blend different genres of music gained him recognition not only as a rapper but also as a producer and collaborator.

We all know that Franz Mahar is the one who created Wally, Slappy, and Snappy. But what we did not know is that Mahar had a son. And his son got married. And the married couple had a baby girl named Shelly. What will happen when Shelly finds out that her grandfather was responsible for the puppets' existence? "At least, you are using your time wisely and practicing your memory skills," my dad commented. "There are some teenagers out there that are something else." "No need to worry, mom and dad." I hugged them. "When I turn thirteen, I will still be my sweet self. I will be a hard worker at school, read and write stories, and love you guys." My parents smiled and hugged me back. "We love you, sweetheart." "I love you too." They kissed my head. "Your dad and I will start supper soon," my mom said. "In the meantime, you should start working on your homework." I nodded. "Okay." I hurried upstairs to my room and threw my backpack on the floor. "Slappy! Snappy!" I called. "I am finally home!" I then felt two pairs of wooden hands wrapping themselves around my legs.

Morgan must fight to get her brother back in a world that wants to tear her apart.

Dark and deadly, broken and cursed. Conan Kenley's fate was decided right from the moment his ancestors first gave themselves to Alpha, the wicked and blood-thirsty pack leader. Conan's fate was sealed and ensured, no matter how much he would deny or hope against it: he would become. And so, on the nearest full moon after the sixth death of a pack member in his lifetime, it was decided that Conan would be 'activated'. Battling first with fever, then with pride and duty and tradition, Conan struggles to cope with what he has become - what he now and forever shall be - a monster, a man-eater, a daemon. However, It may be his curse, but it's her fate. Fawn Harred is the Saviour - Conan's very own redemption - and he needs her - he needs her to break his curse. And although they can't stand each other, together they must sacrifice the one Conan loves most. But what happens when the line between killer and killed, perpetrator and victim, slayer and sacrifice, gets blurred? After all, there's only a thin line between love and hate.