POOR GIRL HELPS AN ELDERLY CUSTOMER BEING HUMILIATED UNAWARE HE IS THE CEO’s FATHER. IN LIFE TRY TO BE HUMBLE FOR YOU DON'T WHAT TOMORROW MAY BE.

Here’s a short excerpt you can use to hook readers into wanting to read the full story: ⸻ Nia always felt something was off, but she never knew why. Her skin was darker than her siblings’, her hair curlier, her eyes shaped differently. But it wasn’t until a simple science project in school that everything she thought she knew about her family came crashing down. Her blood type didn’t match her parents’. Was she really Marcus’s daughter, the man who raised her with so much love? The truth she uncovers shakes her to the core. But even as the pieces of her identity fall apart, Nia discovers that family isn’t about blood—it’s about the ones who choose to stay.

Will be doing a lot of fantasy works from here on out and probably some romance, open to any feedback

Claudia crouched, her fingers brushing dust away from the warped slat in the corner of the studio. Something had caught her eye—a jagged break in the floor, almost imperceptible beneath the edge of an empty canvas frame. She pried the board loose with a palette knife. The smell hit her first. Old paper. Damp wood. Time. Inside the narrow crawlspace was a wrapped bundle. She pulled it free, unwrapping layers of brittle cloth to reveal a leather-bound notebook—Elise’s. The first page was blank, but the second wasn’t. Claudia read the faded writing aloud, her voice barely above a whisper: “Something followed me back from the marsh.” “I didn’t paint it. It painted itself.” “Claudia can’t see this. Not yet.”

This is chapter 1 of my horribly edited book "Horror Homecoming" it was last edited in August of 2023

A young scavenger named Liora discovers she can manipulate time after witnessing a mysterious clock tower tick for the first time in 200 years, leading her inside a reality-bending machine where she's offered the power to rewrite history—at the cost of her humanity.

This is a little something I wrote and spent plenty of time perfecting my craft, I hope you like it as much as I do.

The beginning is never loud. This is the first ripple. The first breath before the plunge. A glimpse into what pulls us toward The Blue, and why we don’t fight it fast enough.

The studio was too quiet. Not empty—Elise’s presence still lived in every brushstroke, every canvas left leaning like witnesses—but still, it felt abandoned. Not in the sense of someone leaving, but of something being taken. Claudia stood at the center of the room, surrounded by Elise’s final work. The air was heavy with turpentine and something else—acrid, faintly metallic, like a breath held too long. Then she saw it.

Claudia hadn’t cried. Not when Rourke called. Not when she told Jordan to pause the show. Not even when she packed away the painting—Elise’s last gift, smeared red like a warning—and folded it between sweaters like it was something sacred. But now, as the train pulled through the damp woods of coastal Maine, and the gray of Boston gave way to autumn's fire, something twisted in her chest. Not grief exactly. Not yet. It was suspicion.

In a quiet coastal town in Maine, renowned painter Elise Marlowe is found dead in her studio, an apparent suicide. The local police closed the case quickly, citing a note and no signs of forced entry. But Elise’s estranged sister, Claudia—a skeptical true-crime podcaster from Boston—refuses to believe it. Elise was on the verge of a career resurgence, preparing for a major gallery opening. Why would she end her life now?

Every Tuesday, Mama Tess visits a Nairobi market to buy exactly ten pineapples, stirring curiosity among locals. Wrapped in bright kitenge and silence, she carries out her ritual with quiet precision. Otis, a nosy teen, suspects something strange and follows her, uncovering oddities. Unknown to others, Mama Tess plants the pineapples in her hidden garden, each fruit a tribute to her late daughter, Nalia. As the pineapples decay, ethereal white flowers bloom in their place—delicate and glowing. The ritual is her way of grieving, remembering, and possibly reaching for something beyond time, wrapped in quiet mystery and soft magic.

She didn’t burn the system down—she held up a mirror and watched it implode. Lyra Voss vanished from bureaucracy into legend, exposing sins dressed as policy and corruption disguised as care. With no manifesto, no gun, only truth sharp enough to skin illusions, she sent black envelopes to the powerful. Inside: their own words, their own guilt. One by one, they broke. Confessions spilled like blood. Society didn’t crumble. It shed. And somewhere in the silence that followed, her reflection still lingers—watching, waiting, daring us to face what we’ve buried.

Emma is grieving the loss of her best friend, Smith, and struggling with guilt, isolation, and painful memories as a new school year begins. Tormented by classmate Kyle, who shares a mysterious connection to Smith, Emma feels emotionally numb despite her friends’ support. A traumatic confrontation with Kyle pushes her to a breaking point, but a surprising encounter at a party sparks an unexpected connection between them. When they’re trapped together during a police raid, painful truths surface, yet a fragile understanding grows. As Emma navigates grief and conflicting emotions, she questions whether healing and forgiveness can come from the last person she expected.

"In 'Daisy and the Enchanted Trail,' follow the spirited Daisy, a young girl with a heart full of wonder, and her chance encounter with a mystical frog. As Daisy discovers an ancient trail teeming with hidden magic and tales, the forest's secrets unfold. Join them on an adventure of bravery, friendship, and the magic that binds the natural world."

Mochi is a seemingly ordinary cat living in a quiet Tokyo bookstore. But one night, she discovers a magical book that sends her traveling through time. Her first stop is ancient Egypt, where she’s worshipped as a goddess. Though pampered and adored, Mochi grows bored and uses the book to jump to the year 3024—where cats rule the world and humans serve them. Despite the luxury and power, Mochi begins to realize that no era can truly hold her curiosity forever. She returns to the bookstore, appearing just as mysteriously as she vanished. Though her owner is baffled, Mochi resumes her cozy life... until the next page turns.

Moon loses sun, gets it back, is burnt by sun, sun wants doe, doe plays with sun, loses sun moon and sun reunite, doe comes back, moon and sun separate.

Chapter 1 of Behind the human skin bia and Jax are the characters for now happy reading everyone Leave comments below

This was my nostalgic and realistic take on Iron Man and how he would feel if Jarvis came his way again. I am super bummed that the OG superheroes like Iron Man , Captain America, and Black Widow are no longer going to be part of MCU. This relates to how AI is taking over and we are depending less and less on humans. Robots are going to dominate sooner or later. "Tony Stark discovers a ghost in his tech—JARVIS, his lost A.I., has survived. But a new threat emerges: rogue Iron Monger drones, backed by old enemies. With Pepper (Rescue) and Rhodey (War Machine), Tony battles to reclaim his legacy. Action, nostalgia, and emotional reunions collide in this thrilling comeback story. Will Iron Man’s past destroy him—or forge a stronger future? Read to find out

The Shoebill Stork is a large, prehistoric-looking bird found in central Africa's swamps. Known for its massive, shoe-shaped bill and piercing stare, it stands over 4 feet tall with a wingspan of up to 8 feet. A silent and skilled hunter, it feeds on fish, frogs, and even baby crocodiles. Solitary by nature, the Shoebill is classified as Vulnerable due to habitat loss and hunting.