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✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 Not everything is meant to be remembered. Some things are recorded anyway. This collection gathers short fiction written across different moments, different worlds-each one circling the same quiet question: What remains when something is no longer meant to stay? These stories move through memory, identity, and the systems that decide what is allowed to remain. Some were written for competitions. Others were never meant to be recorded at all. They are placed here, now, as record. Contents include: • Lyrical, atmospheric fiction • Institutional and character-driven narratives • Fragments, anomalies, and recovered entries Status: Archive Entries Ongoing Update Schedule: New entries added every Wednesday and Sunday @ 7:30 PM EST Some records fade. Others refuse to. Additional essays and fragments can be found under The Quiet Archive.

Step aboard Bus 761, where the passengers carry more than just their luggage-they carry guilt, sin, and the weight of choices they can't undo. On this harrowing journey down the Acheron Highway, the line between redemption and damnation blurs as the driver ensures everyone arrives at their final destination... right on time. Through haunting landscapes and encounters with broken souls, witness a chilling tale that will leave you questioning the paths we take and the fares we pay.

Welcome to GrayBird, a place on God's earth where people try to live their normal lives in a not so normal town. This is a collection of ten creepy and paranormal short stories taking place in a fictional town called GrayBird. All chapters are stand alone. Please do enjoy your read.

A young woman seeks the ultimate thrill as she boldly baits murder.

Something I wrote for one of ChickLit's prompts, but honestly, it's more like a drama. From ChickLit's prompt 8 on Wattpad: "You just discovered that you're pregnant. That should be good news, because you've always wanted to have children. The thing is, you just broke up with the father less than 24 hours ago and it was a pretty bad break up." Credit for book cover: "Woman in White Tank Top Sitting In A Car Feeling Annoyed" by RDNE Stock project via Pexels uploaded on October 16th, 2020

Lilith had been stalling to devour Theodore's soul for two years now. It wasn't supposed to be like this, something was amiss. Something that deviated her from her predatory instinct. Something, a lot like . . . Love. And no now she was on borrowed time. Either she kills him and continue living as an immortal witch or the demoness inside of her devours it's own host.

| SHORTYS25 | She is the voice of a nation. Every word she speaks is broadcast live, trusted by millions, flawless in its eloquence. But behind the spotlight, her speeches hide something darker. Laws that strip freedoms, decisions that destroy lives, atrocities passed as if they were nothing at all. Tonight, in that room, with only a microphone and the world listening, she faces a choice: obey the script... or shatter it. "You won't just be a voice... you'll be The Voice"

Competition Entry: Wattpad - Wuthering Heights Retelling In anticipation of the upcoming Warner Bros. Pictures film starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi, this story brings a fresh twist to Brontë's iconic tale of consuming love and its cost across generations. In a hollow older than naming, where fever trees twist toward lovers and mist takes the shape of longing, the women of Nomathemba's line have kept what others let go. At seventeen, she meets Andile between the trees-storm-dark and inevitable-and their love burns so fiercely it cracks the sky. But he leaves for London, for bridges, for a life across the ocean she cannot follow. "Haunt me," he whispers. "If I forget- remind me." So she weaves their love into mist and keeps it. For sixty years. The keeping costs her everything: her body dissolving by degrees, a hollow marriage to a man who collects broken things, three daughters poisoned against her by whispered lies. Only Thandi sees the truth - the mother who braided their hair, sang them through fevers, loved them with everything the keeping left her. But the hollow collects its debts. And some loves, once kept, can never be released - only transformed into something that reaches forever, fingers almost touching, never quite meeting. A South African reimagining of Wuthering Heights that asks: What does it cost to hold on? And what remains when we finally let go?

It was meant to be a harmless ritual for self-confidence, but now there's a hot demon in my bedroom. Send help!