Under2k Stories

Lillianna is stuck with her fae mother Phione, and a forest that never lets her truly venture outside the cottage she was born and raised in. Her only relief from this is Eirisse, her pet bird she keeps from Phione in secret. Eirisse wants to see Lillianna escape from her trap. Will she take that chance? Prompt is from What In The Wattpad Contest - my talking pet is plotting against me

Like all living things, this book is a WIP. As of today though, it's only the developing genesis of the initial onset of the very beginning of the start of a WIP. I'm working on a much more beguiling, intriguing, and utterly irresistible blurb that will completely convince you how much you want to read these stories, hint deliciously at what they are ultimately about (when I understand that more myself), and clearly explicate the title (when I figure out how to cover that topic briefly). For now, you get a purple intro to match the purple cover. If you happen to be here reading anyway - even without the fantastically succinct and enticing blurb - thank you. I know your time is valuable. I strive to be worth your while. This book is my very first publication on Wattpad (or anywhere else for that matter), so... Yay me? Don't let that deter you - Criticism is my favorite breakfast cereal and Feedback my go-to energy snack. Though inspired by countless events, conversations, readings and meetings, the ideas, words and graphics herein (unless otherwise noted) fell out of my head, through my fingers and into the ethersphere. They belong to me - as much as such things can belong to anyone. Please do not steal them (though I'd confess to being immensely flattered if I thought you wanted to). Most importantly, if you didn't catch it on the cover, the stories here are FLASH FICTION - which you know means SHORT. REALLY SHORT. SHORTER THAN SHORT. You can read one in 5 minutes or less. But a lot can happen in five minutes.

Life is a spectator sport for Anastasia until one winter night when the glittering lights of the season and the skaters below her window draw her from her apartment. With a little bit of courage and her mother's skates, she finds herself stumbling across the ice and straight into a boy with stars in his eyes.

A collection of unconnected stories. Just helps me take a break between my longer works. Some written for school.