Wattyshorts Histoires

ONE SHOT In the heart of a bustling hospital, Portia has always been a pillar of strength for her patients, enveloping them in hope and compassion. But when she finds herself face-to-face with the very illness she's dedicated her life to battling, the fear she once calmed in others begins to take root within her. Will she summon the courage to confront the pain of this terminal disease and rediscover her fighting spirit, or will she be overwhelmed by the shadows of despair?

- IS HIS LOVE CRAZY? - DARED TO BE DIFFERENT - SOLACE - SPOUSE OF GREEN CARD - THERE IS NO CURSE IN A GIFT - PRESSURED CHOICES - DEAR MOTHER,

A short story on a widower's grief and how she came to accept her losses.

The Feast of the Bravados. A fascinating poem about heroes. Gold Kingdom, new day Minorca in its glory was no older than three scores, when Mosort Goldmort Puk Shinidei ascended the throne of his fathers. With the darkness that ravaged the reign of Alarien-Eserys Goldmort Puk Shinidei, who history will remember as Alarien-Eserys Kehiratus, or Alarien-Eserys the abominable, for those that don't understand Suwella-the native tongue of Minorca. The people believed and hoped that depravity didn't run in the blood. A fool's hope, you might say. Just as a lion will always give birth to a lion, so as wickedness can only spawn...well, wickedness. Only this time, it wasn't the blood of Goldmort that dispensed it. But rather the hand of Si Goldmort Wuji Saida-Shinidei-Or Saida-Shinidei Vi'hoki, the Red Queen. Till this day, there are people who blindly support the cause of the Red Queen. Naming her, the worthy faithful of Tehei Menos-the religion of the five gods. Believing her purge to be justified. The former Shinidei had spat on the gods of his fathers, and erected a temple to serve his gods-The Xei gods. Si Wuji, a former sister of Tehei Menos Voladi was merely restoring back her gods' former glory. And their greed and spite for everyone else-as it turns out. I guess killing the former Saida-Shunudei, the Alar'Barun, and the Saida-Barun. Drugging her husband-the Shinidei, enslaving a tribe, outlawing practice of any other religion, increasing the taxes. And not to forget the bid to sell the Gold Kingdom back to the Great Burustota Empire. Are all justified means. When a coin is tossed, either the head or tail suffers. In the Gold Kingdom, the coin had landed again on Tehei Menos. The faithful flourished. The Chaplain and the Sisters flourished. The Aarbart of the Anointed Militia flourished. Every condescending loyalist of Si flourished. The rest, suffered. But that was going to change. With just the right motivation. The dead body of Osasara Goldmort Saida-Barun.

When siblings dive into their demented father's past, they discover more than they bargained for. A short story with more than one surprise.

The year: 2022 The setting: A waiting room in a pediatrician's office The problem: The kid isn't chipped

Wattpad Featured Beautiful Cover by @ShyGuySamurai An anthology of short stories featuring mythical creatures, adventurous realms and dark prophecies. These short stories are either written for a contest or just born of my imagination. If you are someone who loves fantasy, magic and twists at the end then you have come to the right place. Hop in to discover a whole new world. Wattpad Featured on Fantasy(Featured Fantasy Stories), WattpadShortStory and WattpadAnthologies

The Daughter, an artistic soul, attempts through out her youth to free herself from the plastic conventionalism of her family and find her true "name". Only by taking the plunge to pursue a career as an independent artist does she begin to break through the confines of the perfect "dollhouse" existence that has held her captive for so long. Dollhouses is a LGBT+ literary short story about living your identity when you can't even wholly justify it to yourself.

Poetry

Just two guys waiting for a bus that will never come...

Who? Why? Need the answers... The death of Susan cannot be accepted lightly... Why was the body hung from the bridge? when your question has no answers? We must discover the reality... As a friend, I'm looking for an explanation for the parents of the missing daughter.

May contain traces of sarcasm.

My name is Arabelle Anayo. I don't know what bond I had formed with dear late Mr. Hatter but I know for certain he made an impact in my life as I did in his... Thank you for reading this with me, which I hope you do... .... .... This all happened to me in a dream... I don't know whose life this is, but in my dream it all felt real like I was living this life, like I was little Arabelle...

Unconventional Dr. Wieland is making history vital at his sleepy English university. But could he possibly be far more than meets the eye? (Brit Comedy, short chapters)

For when dreams are the threads barely connecting you to a fading world...