|WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM|
A struggling writer finds comfort in a goldfish after a flight cancellation to New York City, but when an unexpected accident occurs, the fish and man must remain calm until help arrives.
***
Twenty-four-year-old Bailey hates and loves writing and dreams of becoming an editor and author. During a trip to New York City for an interview with the New York Times, a snowstorm cancels his flight, and he's forced to stay in a Marriot overnight, where he meets Oscar the Goldfish.
Oscar has met many people over the past few months, but none have intrigued him as much as Bailey. He acts as a therapy fish and listens to Bailey's writing and life concerns.
The two begin to bond, but when an unexpected accident occurs during Hour Seven, they must put their differences aside and help one another through the tense situation.
Will Oscar and Bailey's newfound friendship overcome the accident, or will they succumb to their pasts and grow apart as most fish and man do? Hour Eight will determine everything.
***
*Moral: The past is the past; this is the future.**A novelette inspired by a story I heard at work about Oscar the Goldfish.**Weekly updates**This story is not meant to bash Romance writers (I like Romance but don't write it). It's meant to teach struggling, non-Romance ones that they don't need to write Romance to be good writers.*
Story summary:
When a young girl named Madeline's entire family was brutally killed, it made the young, promising princess simply...snap. She hunts down and kills the murderer of her family, but there is absolutely no evidence other then her eye witness.
(And it is well known that her specific species more often then not will go insane after a death of a family member)
And only evidence she killed him, so she is taken into trial.
Madeline expects and even wishes to be executed, wanting to be with her family.
But things get turned on there head by the king's odd decision...where he chooses her unexpected fate.
To be his indentured servant.
Wow! I had this idea for a story a looong time ago, and it's one of my first ever story ideas! Unfortunately a lot of my old files sadly got deleted :( So now I'm re-writing it from scratch! It's really fun, and tbh I like this story a lot more now!!! All of the things I post for this particular story will be first drafts, because I wanted to see what everyone thought of this, then take everyone's opinions into consideration when I do the final draft!Edits/reviews are very, very welcome! :D
CHAPTER COMING SOON
A little boy, named Arthur unfortunately was a member of The Donnor Party...and was forced to eat his own family to survive. And...a tragic circumstance had a tragic result.
(Content warnings: Cannibalism, violence, murder of infants, starvation, The Donnor party, death, starving to death, turning into a wendigo. This is told by the adult Arthur, over a century after a helpless little boy was changed forever.)
This story is rated a veryhard PG-13 for strong language and difficult themes involving substances, self harm, and mental illness
PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! This novel is a work in progress and your comments, questions, and suggestions inspire change in real time! Plus, it encourages me to write faster when I know you're waiting on the next one!
“Damn, man, you need to settle yourself down.” The boy on my right frowns at me and shakes his head. “You shakin’ like a fuckin’ chihuahua over here and it’s stressin’ me out.” His long black hair is tucked behind his ears and tied back by an intricate yellow bandana. High cheekbones and dark skin reveal a native heritage--probably Navajo. He looks to be about as tall as I am and cuts an imposing figure amongst the other kids in the circle.
“Language, Jordan.” It seems like Rodriguez might be losing his grip on the group already. “Let’s get back on topic.”
“Depression.” The dark-skinned girl, Alexis, has a notepad of her own and seems to be taking a very detailed account of the session. “Elliot Bishop was just talking about his depression.”
“Please, we all have fuckin’ depression.” Jordan rolls his eyes and suddenly my throat tightens up and a stinging sensation inside threatens to well up in my eyes.
“Jesus Christ, give him a fucking break, Jordan! Remember your first day? Sorry, Jesus” Dark-haired girl waves up at the bloody portrait on the wall with an apologetic expression, before rounding on Jordan, who has his arms crossed into his leather vest, one clubby boot parked on the opposite knee as if daring me to challenge him. She suddenly gets to her feet and claps loudly to get everyone's attention, much to Rodriguez’s visible displeasure. “Everyone needs to chill out a little, okay? The first time in Group is hard enough without you guys getting all up in his shit. Sorry, Julian--language, I know.” She looks at each one of those gathered around the circle before her eyes land on me. “Well, at least you get an honest introduction to this madhouse.”
"From: Lost, To: The Universe" invites readers to embark on a cosmic odyssey through the intertwined destinies of Elliot Bishop and Quinn Langley. In the arid expanses of Sunview, a desert town nestled off the interstate, seventeen-year-old Elliot finds refuge in the boundless wonders of astronomy, a sanctuary from a horrific shadow that scars his past. Across the celestial tapestry, Quinn blazes her own trail, a rebel spirit tethered to the scars of her history. As they navigate the labyrinth of their shared vulnerabilities, their paths converge in the crucible of group therapy, where the constellations of their lives intersect. Through the echo of their struggles, Elliot and Quinn discover that while the universe offers infinite vistas, true liberation lies in confronting the gravitational pull of their own stories. Join them on a voyage of self-discovery, where the stars illuminate the way home.
.
I woke up in a pitch-black room. I don’t know who I am or where I am. All of a sudden I hear a voice.
“Leah Oval Verturus, you are being sent to a unit to help you prepare for your journey and find your memories, you are going to the special children's unit since you are a minor.”
“What journey?” I asked out of confusion.
“I can not say dear young one. Men take her down to her destination.”
Two men in blue janitor outfits then grabbed me by my arms and took me off to the distance and I passed out.
Nothing is peaceful in a world that is always in a cycle of war. There will be twists and turns here and there; and nevertheless, the races there aren't going ot be nice to one another.Roa is the planet's name as its inhabitants are not quite sure about one another.Humans once ruled over this planet alone until they discovered creatures that could shapeshift with powers beyond their understanding. So, they took a friendly approach to them by declaring war with their capture methods towards The Folks. The war between humans and The Folks has been going on for centuries on end. Some hide while others fight for their entire race. However, it seems like they are on the brink of extinction with how much humans want to capture and get rid of them. Though, will that happen in the near future with the chosen folk for the job?
Read alongside characters who will journey through their stories with the main plotline riding along with them.
---
This story was created out of an old roleplay with an ex-friend years ago, I have replaced every of their oc with my own so it wouldn't be seen as copying their OCs. (and possibly redone the entire plotline in it that strayed so far from the original roleplay)
I hope anyone who comes across this finds this story interesting to their liking, if not, then it's alright.
>>>>>> STORY IS ON HIATUS <<<<<<<
Hope you guys enjoy my work! ^^
There is no use to keep exhuming what is meant to come assunder. Nothing seems to last forever, except the memories and experiences brought by those who lay. Yet, a Dragoon Knight has the task and a desire to rebuild everything as it was once before, including the revenant who is tied to her by a lack of what was once his identity (Based on Katharine Frost's Persistence of Memory).
My life was on perfect track for a millenial-internship lined up at a top ad agency, wedding plans progessing, tiny flat secured in an almost gentrified part of London...
So how the hell did I find myself taking on a failing vineyard in a rundown Italian village with zero knowledge of wine, Italian or how to handle my less than welcoming co-owner?