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This short story was to be an entry for Wattpad's Weekly Contest #39- "Make Your Own Story". [ Chapter 0: World Frame ] Characters chosen: - Portland Meyer: the philosophy student by day; mafia's pawn by night. - Kai Red: the man who always gets to the truth - Sarah Anne Dower: the Grim Reaper's intern - Hanson Livid: the cop that's way too tired of this Plot chosen: - The local violin teacher (Anna Jones) has simply disappeared without a trace - Milah's Destiny, the biggest, baddest, band is coming to town, and they have a sinister agenda Theme chosen: - Fire: Wild, wild fire. Passions inflamed, the forests burn, the world drowns in ash. - History: It repeats itself. The past haunts you, the lessons are re-learned, and the mistakes are more severe this time. - Light: It glows. It fades. It guides and it distracts with glitter and gold in the deepest of nights. The Wildcards chosen: - The lover of flowers - The rain god - The Chainsmoker Best Rankings so far: - 21st April, 2019: 35/403 stories in #EWA2019 - 21st April, 2019: 9/2.98k stories in #contest

A midnight scream. A nightmare dreamed to life. A murdered friend. But for what end? Madelein Ortega had been apprehensive about attending the rich and powerful Delilah Black's birthday celebration. But what could go wrong? The old man was a close and trusted friend. But she soon finds that she should have trusted her pessimistic gut... Now, everyone is under suspicion, including Madelein. Only one question remains: Who killed Delilah Black? ~My entry for Wattpad Weekly Contests' August Whodunit Contest~ My character: Madelein Ortega - The Pessimist

Am I the victim, or am I the monster? Am I to be saved, or am I to be saved from? Am I innocent, or am I guilty? Or am I in the middle of this bridge? All I can do is smile and laugh, everything is a cheery summer day and I am a ray of sunshine The sun has set, but no one knows that, so in the darkness, I still try and flicker bright, just to show how strong I can be Yes, I'm a liar, if deceiving expressions are lies And with the sunset, I have lost everything (This is my entry for the Wattpad Weekly contest, Mother's House Of Horrors)

"Oliver Morrison was a good man. A dying, old, and bedridden man, but a good one nonetheless." The voice said, "But you are... different." This story was written for Weekly Wattpad Contests's ninth competition. The prompt was that a character or characters was/were trapped somewhere. The first chapter morphed into a story which I hope you will enjoy!

This is for the Wattpad weekly contests but as always feel free to read it if you are interested