The2017awards Stories

Peter Charming, a 15 year-old socially anxious boy from Queens, joins an online game and meets Evelyn Tiger, a strange 16 year-old girl from Cleveland, Ohio, 404 miles away from him, who shares his same interests and passions. Through late night Skype conversations and simultaneous film watching, the two will engage in a long-distance relationship. But things won't be easy, as Peter enters high school and is targeted by bullies. The difficult situation precipitates after a series of misfortunes in Peter's life, leading him to question what he has and what he believes in.

" Shhhh, dont make a sound. " i felt a grip around my neck as i felt his hot breath behind my ear lobe. " Or i'll kill you and your husband here at this moment. " he whispered as i felt something sharp on my neck that was piercing the surface of my silky skin. My heart was pounding heavily. My breathing became strained causing me to inhale and exhale faster and heavier. We stood in my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband. He pulls me closer towards his body moving backwards through the hallway. I scanned the hallway's clock, it was 2am. I could only follow him, not wanting to argue or else my life would end here. " You're mine " he whispered in a husky tone placing a soft kiss on the back of my earlobe. He hit the back of my head using the back of the knife. I was seeing double, everything around me started spinning, i was feeling dizzy. I was groaning at the pain, looking down the stairs. It was the last thing i saw before the pain over attacked me and i blacked out.

A collection of poems written by me, ranging from my first ones to all the latest editions. The title is inspired by the famous Diary of a Young girl by Anne Frank. She inspired me a lot, and as a small tribute, I decided to name my book the Diary of a Young Poet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ☆ Highest ranking ☆ #118 - 16th July, 2016 #84 - 30th July, 2016

I turned the door knob with my hand sweating, nervous from what I'm going to face. I stepped inside reluctantly and saw Jacob staring at me with anger in his eyes. I gulped with fear, I was sure that he heard me because a small smirk formed on his face. "You're late." He said breaking the silence. "I had something to do." I lied, I had nothing to do, and no friends to do anything with. "And what was that?" He asked "It doesn't matter." I said and saw him clench his jaw in frustration. "You will tell me or I will punish you worse than I already was for the fact that you were late" He said and I wanted to run away as far as I could. I wanted a normal eighteen year old's life. I broke into tears and he grabbed me by my neck and made me face a corner in the kitchen. I wanted to die right there I wouldn't be surprised if he ended my life right there. He grabbed an old, falling apart, wooden chair, and before a warning he swung it at my back. And I cried out in unbearable pain.

One girl. One boy. Two insomniacs. ( rose awards short story winner ) ****DISCLAIMER THIS BOOK IS VERY CLICHE AND IT WAS WRITTEN ENTIRELY ON MY IPHONE 7 SO DON'T COME FOR ME

"'Here in the forest, dark and deep, I offer you eternal sleep.' The apocalypse. An item of thought that mankind had become transfixed heavily upon; alluring daydreams of the tantalizing, twirling end of the world racing through the minds of many. However, I doubt anyone had been twisted enough to imagine that this exact subject would appear as the caging, depraved catastrophe we had recently met. The drawling end our generations deserved."

Once upon a hospital.. Well, that sounds boring. Anyway, just imagine.. When you walk into a hospital, what do you expect? Boring white walls Sad people Typical disinfectant smell Serious looking doctors and nurses Sadness, etcetera etcetera.. But what you don't expect is someone crashing into you while speeding on a wheelchair. So, what happens when Sophie comes crashing into Blake's life speeding on a wheelchair? Read this SHORT DIALOGUE STORY to find out. Believe me, it won't be depressing at all. Well, maybe..

What if Snow White's prince wasn't the prince she hoped would come? In this Snow White retelling, Princess Wynter is grieving over her father's death when her stepmother, Queen Lucinda, asks Wynter to marry her son, Prince Andrew. Wynter refuses him again, knowing he is not the man he makes everyone believe. While Wynter struggles to learn how to rule a kingdom on her own, her stepmother decides to take a different course of action to ensure her son becomes king. Will the queen succeed in getting rid of Wynter and making her son king? Or will Wynter be able to live long enough to save her kingdom? *Book 1 of the Fairytale Retelling Series* **Winner of the Awe-Inspiring Antagonist category in @FairytaleCommunity's FCRAs!**

Jade winchton, a good girl not yet experienced the world with her own point of view. Until Lucas Bolwin, The so called Bad Boy sets an interest on this beautiful nerdy jade. What if he wants to know more about little miss sunshine. What if he gets protective over her. Let's just say their world gets stuck in between. What's going to happen next?

This is a collection of poems specially taken from Graceynapple's personal dairy

[REPUBLISHED] My Poetry collection that comprises of themes originating from various clicks of history, dominantly the Indian mythology. A tribute to some of my favourite characters, tales and landmarks. *No copying or reusing by any means please* -All this is just an imaginary compilation, they may or may not totally resemble the character(s), hence this has nothing to do with hurting religious and emotional sentiments-

A nerd girl; A hot boy A game Must The broken deal The truth The feelings A problem The sacrifice

After the events of The Pearl, Kino has lost everything. And now, he seeks revenge on those who have wronged him, no matter the cost - the lives of his friends - or his.

History is written by the victors.What happens to the ones who lose?

Just read it and hopefully you'll like it! Don't forget to comment! I don't just want your votes. I want your reactions too please (comments). Thank you and I hope you it's relatable enough for you all. Mostly teens, but still.

This was more of a test to see if I could write something cheesy and romantic (+ to make up for my non existent love life). [UPDATED] Here's a quick description that also has a little backstory. I can't write a full novel for my life, so a short story will have to do. _____ "Trust me. If there's anything true about that one stupid thing, it's that love blinds." Everyone knows that the Wolf cannot fall in love with Little Red Riding hood. Shy. Quiet. Unable to speak a full sentence without stumbling on her words. These all represent young Ellanor Ignacia without fail. She's a tiny flame hidden under the confines of darkness and cruelty, threatened to be blown out by an abusive boyfriend and a helpless state of poverty day and night. Smug. Ruthless. Lives his life under the motto, 'Business As Usual.' These few words describe billionaire Elijah Asmund in definite detail. He's got a heart cold as ice, cut off from the world by the gap of social class and hardened by the inability to put his threatened company through any more risk. Neither can escape on their own. Starting with a simple mix of emotions neither has truly felt before, the roots of humanity's flaw known as romance grow deeper into the ground, clawing itself into the hearts of two very different people who lead two very different lives. It's a gnarled relationship, entangled in the fateful threads of both destiny and chance, like a lifeline made from the greatest mistake anyone can ever commit: Once upon a time, in a not-so-far-off land, a wolf and a girl fell in love. _____ What makes this different is that the main character is not fully dependent on her love interest - through a stable friendship they BOTH support each other, and our heroine eventually becomes independent. The idea is that one cannot change their lives alone but that they need the help and trust of others around them (not exactly a boyfriend/girlfriend but family and friends as well).

wrote this when i was 13 pls no judge