Selene= Goddess of The Moon

Olwen= Goddess of The Sun

Astraeus= God of Dusk

Eos= Goddess of Dawn

It has been days since I've seen someone..someone alive that I could talk to..

No one knew anything about the plague or where it came from, only that it killed everything it came into contact with.

Everything..except me.

It was like I was immune, but..how is that possible?

I reported this to the government, and so they ran tests on me.

Before they could find anything though, the plague had arrived.

One day, I woke up in a surgery room. My doctor was laying face down on my stomach, dead.

She must have been dead for a long time, I could only see her skeleton and her surgeon clothes.

How long was I asleep?

She seemed to have a pistol in her hand..Perhaps she tried to stop itfrom getting to us.

I got up, though I had a big pain in my arm. No wound to be seen.

I walked to the door while holding my arm.

Just as I got close, the door opened on it's own.

Must've been the wind.

After making my way through the hospital, I found an archive room.

A doctor was laying face down, dead, on a desk.

I could see a monitor, the screen still turned on.

I could see the world map..though something was strange.

The whole map was in a red color, it seemed odd to me. I looked at the right bottom corner of the monitor.

It was a small red box with the text 'Infected Land' on it.

Then, it struck me.

The plague spread far beyond Europe, to every corner of the world. Entire countries collapsed within the first days of reported cases.

The world as it was, ended. There was nothing to be done about that.

I couldn't resist to read more, so I turned of the monitor.

I remained inside the hospital 'till I ran out of supplies.

Since then, I have been searching for anyone alive.

But all I could find where bones and destroyed buildings.

There mustbe someone like me, there HASto!

The streets are a lot more quiet now..way too quiet.

Sometimes, I just scream my lungs out just so I can hear something. Anything.

The silence is deafening..

I couldn't be the only one immune, I can't be..

I haven't been as alone as this in my life.

I'm..afraid. Afraid that I may indeed be the only one.

Completely..

Utterly...

..Alone.

I don't know why I am even writing this..

If I am the only one left..then no one can read it.

The silence hasn't left me for a bit. I no longer have a voice to break it..

I have the doctor's gun in my bag, just in case it's needed.

I've never needed anything more than just food and..people to talk to.

Maybe..I can join them..

Maybe...I won't be so alone anymore..

Graham Hayes is an extraordinary guy. Gifted with a supernatural ability to learn things about people through physical contact, he has never once hesitated to learn about peoples' past, their present, and their deepest darkest secrets. When he meets Anna, however, it feels wrong to him to learn about her in such a way. As their friendship progresses further, how can he justify a relationship when every touch of her skin gives him knowledge she does not give willingly?

Working title and description. This is my first romance novel, so any feedback is welcome and appreciated!

Your a 22 year old cancer patient who was slowly day by day waiting to die,when the day came ,you thought you would be finally free.But something unexpected happens,your in a body of a thirteen year old?

If you create the ultimate weapon, it may choose to turn on you . . .

When a young woman snags Lawrence Croxley from the train station, he soon realizes that being late for work is the least of his problems.

She plans to use his access to CNN's cameras in order to warn the public of a massive syndicate, one that has sinister plans for her and the others like her. This shadowy group will do anything to stop her and Lawrence, throwing everyone into a high-stakes game of chess where checkmate means the end of life as we know it. Fortunately, she has a few technological tricks up her sleeve that might help them cheat the game rules and save us all.

But as Lawrence becomes further tangled in this global conspiracy, things like a car chase, getting his best friend captured and a corrupt cop all show him just how in over his head he is. And when the fate of the world is quite literally placed into his hands, he is forced to decide who will live and who will die.

Y/N has a secret.she has been selected to be a part of 'The Whispers' gang....

Will she be able to help them win the game and get what they need? Or will she join the dark side?

"got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save... better lock it in your pocket; taking this one to the grave"

A tired teen comes across a small, run-down restaurant at night to escape from his harsh reality and ends up confiding in a complete stranger while he's there.

A small drabble I wrote when I was dysphoric 

A few teenage friends were having a normal day when they found out that the university had a very big secret in it!!! They go on an adventure that almost killed them all!!

   This story has been stuck in my head for months now, ever since I watched a paranormal movie-I can't remember it's name sadly-and it's affecting the way I write my other stories so I decided to try writing it down today and post it here to see what you guys think.

Pls note that my writing might not be the best and my imagination can be a little wild, plus my synopsis might not be that good.

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"It's official. My life is over, I'm completely done for."                        ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤      If you were to ask Sabelina Wolfe of her expectation for her future mate, she'd tell you that she wants him to fall into the same category as her wonderful father - a strong, dashing, handsome and kind Alpha - the type that'd pamper her like a queen, showering her with love and make her happy for the rest of her life.   Except when Fate decided to pair her with a significant someone, She didn't even bother to choose between Liva Darnell - the drop-dead snow leopard from her university who she has a major crush on - or Hyza Prynne - the Apollo-looking dragon who's mere smile turn her into a brain dead bimbo - for her - oh no - instead she simply went straight ahead to pick a no-good, specious were by the name Arabok Cabough, aka the temperamental, future Alpha of a rival pack who used to bully her in high school three years ago for her fatness and of course, to satisfy his sadistic pleasures.  Is it just her or does Fate seriously hate her so much?

A short poem I wrote in Creative Writing class last year.

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An exploration into my mind...

"I have depression,

I love to write,

Put the two together,

And this book comes alive."