Ufa2017 Stories

HELLO WATTPAD COMMUNITY ! CALLING ALL FANTASY WRITERS! If you grew up reading: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Percy Jackson and now you can't get enough of The Mortal Instruments,The Dresden Files, The October Daye Books, The Kate Daniels Series, The Iron Druid Chronicles, and the Mercedes Thompson Series. So much so, that when you can't find any of those books to read, you are compelled to write your own. If your favorite TV shows are Supernatural, The Walking Dead, Vampire Dairies, Shadowhunters, or Midnight Texas. Basically, if monsters and mayhem are your mainstay: This is the contest for you. Lots of great prizes inside!

I lit a cigar to calm my nerves. I was surrounded in the fumes within a few minutes. It did calm my nerves some, but not as much as I would have hoped. Another hour past as did another, and the sinking feeling that I wouldn't see my brother again lingered in the air. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ William Frandenhien, a young sophisticated man whom eagerly awaits his marriage to his fiance and childhood playfellow Elizabeth Broduer; however things take a turn for the worst when a violent killing spree springs into action the day Elizabeth arrives. Now as the souls of the murdered plague the young couples minds, William becomes determined to find the killer and hopefully set the spirits to rest. The streets will run red in this tale where no man, woman, or child is safe. ranked #262 in paranormal 1/2/2018

Everyone has weaknesses, I learned that very early on in life. Everyone has problems, that too, was learned early on. Another thing I learned quickly was that monsters who happen to hid under your bed and in your closet don't exist.... but the monsters do, real monsters follow you wherever you go, true monsters are created by people, their fears, doubts, and addictions. Sometimes young kids can see them, because the only ones who see them are those who believe. Adults don't see them because culture has made it that way. Every parent tells their kids monsters don't exist, that it's nothing to worry about. So as people grow older they do not see the monsters that cling to the bodies of most of the worlds population. People are blind to them. Then there is me, that remainder, maybe it's because I never grew up with someone to tell me monsters don't exist, but I'm 16 now, and I still see the monsters. I can't decide if I'm lucky to know the truth, or cursed, because sometimes I wish I was like everyone else, ignorant. But I'm not. ~Preview~ The girl crumbled as she her sobs ran through the cafeteria, but they were drowned out. Drowned by the laughter that reminded me of a horde of cackling hyenas. They threw anything, everything. I just stood there. Oh, were you expecting me to do something, is this the time I was supposed to step in like a gallant knight and defend the damsel in destress from evil? Do you want me to go stand in front of her as a shield and guard her from the onslaught?! Is that what you want? Is that what you want? Sorry. If that's what you were expecting, but it turns out you're not reading the story of a hero, this isn't the story of a noble knight, this isn't the story of good deeds and honest actions. You're reading my story, your ready a story about reality.