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In this cruel world, where the humans have become the most powerful beings who dominates the planet, there is no time for anyone to care about others. All deprived of the humane nature. In such a place surrounded by self centered people, a sudden mundane incident makes the teenage boy smile with tranquillity.

Exactly what the title states.

She was broken by unfortunate events that happened years before. She believes she's the worst possible human on earth. Yet, someone loves her.

Always seeing her in dreams, Katie Dario finally meets Raine. Have they met? Well, definitely not in this life. Upon meeting Raine, she felt oddly familiar and somehow knew Raine like the back of her palm when in truth, they'd never met. Raine and Katie were soulmates in the past life who fought to be born in the same timeline. Their souls refused to be separated as it would be a fate worse than death. Hence here they are but, Katie has no memories of her past life, while Raine remembers everything. Who were they in the past life? The thing about past lives, things can never look the same in the life after. You might not have the same body you've had in the past life. A risky thing it is. They say curiosity kills the cat, so good luck Kat-ie.

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* Completed * Kayla Hall writes a letter to her ex-boyfriend Ryan. Her sister Amy encourages Kayla to do so, because Amy thinks Ryan should know the truth and a letter is a splendid idea. When ready, Amy forces Kayla to bring her letter to him in person. I don't own the photos displayed in this story. I use them to give an image to the characters I use in this book. ©️All Rights Reserved - September 2020

Yes. You read it. That's the name of the book. Go Ahead. Roast me. I won't take anything personal (that's a big ass lie if you haven't detected the sarcasm yet). This book just comprises the most random stories you can fish out from the nooks and corners of my decaying, old, uninspired 16-year-old brain. YES. I'm so uninspired, even the plots aren't mine. My otherworldly thumbs clicked on the search bar and filled it in with tumblr.com even before my brain could comprehend what was happening. But . BUT! Something got me thinking - sheesh, why can't I start a book with the most absurd prompts from Tumblr and add in a bit of my utterly unclever insanity to it? Yes. I was that uninspired (again), I decided tormenting and ruining everyone's day with my itty bitty stories was productive. But hey, you've come so far (stealing every Youtuber's subscription intro), don't be lazy. Lift that weird-ass thumb of yours and just press read so that you can contemplate why you pressed read. Well, I guess I might not be tormenting a lotta people since this book might probably go undiscovered (that's for the best, believe me) but, read it at your own risk. (Yes. This is an initiative by the CIA to tap into your minds and your mobile phones to expose your search history to your family.)

This short story belongs to Alisa and lake who are in relationships with each other.they both loved each other alot but not as much as they loved to write stories for their novel that they will publish in future.

Prompt: 'It's not always the Prince who slays the dragon...' 500 words max.

// An everlasting love, no matter how badly those involved wish to change their past //

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

Stories, of all kinds. Exciting, inspiring, adventurous, sensual, tragic, sad, fiction, non-fiction, funny, historical. A compilation, which I hope dear reader, you will enjoy reading as much as I have creating them. Homage is always made to words, those glorious creations by which we communicate and live. Enjoy the adventure.

Ito ay mga kwento tungkol sa mga kabataan na nakakaranas ng iba't ibang damdamin ng pag-ibig. May mga nahuhulog sa unang tingin, may mga naghihintay ng matagal, at may mga may sariling patakaran tungkol sa pag-ibig. Mayroon din namang naghahanap ng pagtanggap sa sarili habang nakikisalamuha sa mga bagong kaibigan. Lahat sila ay dumadaan sa mga saya, lungkot, at mga aral na natututunan mula sa mga karanasan nilang ito.

* Completed * Kayla Hall is on her way home, when thunder strikes and the rain falls out of the sk hitting the pavement. She finds her way to a small coffeeshop. There she meets a tall, dark and handsome guy named Jacob Harris. I don't own the photos displayed in this story. I use them to give an image to the characters I use in this book. ©️All Rights Reserved - September 2020

A short story on lucid dreaming. 📷 Element5 Digital & Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels

A story about a love in a different dimension. 📷 Michael Block on Pexels

Introducing "Short Stories Point" random short stories that I wrote and I thought of sharing with my wattpad family :)

Letter to my ex contest Words are never spoken and a wish never made. I left everything in a letter he will never read. A thank you for a memory that can never be replaced. (C) Copyright reserved - Otsana Stories The author expressly asserts all intellectual property and moral rights over this work. Infringement may lead to civil action, with associated potential financial penalties that may be imposed by a Court, including disgorgement of profits and cost orders against the defendant.

Sleep offers no safety here. When a woman finds herself standing outside her own body, slumped in the creaking chair beneath her cedar-scented throw, she knows something is wrong-but not just wrong... warped. The house doesn't breathe; it suffocates. The wallpaper curls inward, the wind screams with fists, and the silence carries weight. Her dog, Petunia, senses it first. The growl, the bark, the relentless pacing-all warnings. But it's already inside. The tapping starts-soft, rhythmic, calculating. Then scratching. Then shattering glass and the sound of reality collapsing inward. The room bends. The hallway vanishes into black. And behind her, something ancient presses against the veil. This isn't just a dream. It's a breach. And she's not alone in the house anymore. When the window explodes and her dog risks everything to protect her, she's forced to choose: stay and surrender... or bleed her way to freedom. But freedom isn't clean. It's torn skin and blood-soaked arms. It's ancient rot and the scent of something buried in silence. It's running from a house that no longer knows her name-but still remembers her shape. Because some things don't need doors to get in. And when night falls, the tapping returns. Still. Waiting. Now, I ask of you three wishes to be granted: 1. Vote 2. Comment 3. Share with your family and friends. Thank you! Talk to you soon.

When I realized that my hearth is still working