Short Stories

The Black Lake Cover Final New

Genres: Horror, Short Story

Some memories are happy, some are sad, and some are just haunting. When murder is involved, you can’t escape the scenes in your head.


The twig snapped under my feet as I stepped around the tree and out into the only patches of moonlight that lit the forest around me. A rustling in the brush had caught my attention as I had been walking home through a shortcut and I had peered into the darkness, straining my eyes against the dismal light to see what had caused it. Ahead of me sat a small black lake that everyone believed to be haunted and a bad omen. Standing on the decaying docks was a large, burly man dragging something heavy to the water’s edge.

It was a body.

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Cover made by @_teenagers on Wattpad

Cover made by @_teenagers on Wattpad

Genres: Paranormal, Short Story

“Don’t let the darkness overtake your light.”

Depression; feelings of severe despondency and dejection.

That’s what the dictionary labels it as, that’s what all the therapists and people that don’t really know what it’s like label it as.

What they don’t know though, is that it’s so much more.

Regret, self-loathing, self-hate, anger, despair, loneliness, darkness, self harm… All of those things were only the tip of the iceberg to what depression felt like. It could hit you in your weakest, cripple you until you were nothing more than a sniveling mess, or numb to everything. It could lead you down the path of no return; suicide.

It’s your darkest hour of need, falling down the pit of despair until you find your only escape is self-harm and more. Desperate attempts to feel anything other than dread and loneliness.

They say there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel to guide you home again, one that happens in the strangest and most unexpected of times to give you hope once more. To stop falling and reach for that light.

What if, right before you hit rock bottom forever, never to live again, you were shown that light at the end of tunnel, and given a second chance at life?


Curious, but wary, I stood and walked towards the eerie, dark circle of trees. As I drew near I could feel the coldness that leaked out of the darkness. A weight felt as if it was resting on my chest the closer I got to the circle. Goosebumps rose all over my bare skin and alarm bells went off in my head telling me to stay away. I reached the edge of the darkness in a matter of seconds, ignoring the warning bells in my head. Hesitantly I reached my hand towards the darkness, afraid that by touching it I might somehow explode or die on contact. My hand passed into the darkness without incident though, but immediately became cold and clammy. I gasped at the sudden absence of warmth in my hand and quickly pulled my arm away.

I backed away from the circle, but instantly stopped once more. Curiosity was overcoming my shock. Another blast of cold wind blew by me and I closed my eyes against the wintery assault.

Along the wind came a soft voice, barely audible. “Come closer,” it seemed to say.

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Cover made by @_teenagers on Wattpad

Cover made by @_teenagers on Wattpad

Genres: Fanfiction, Short Story

Redemption is a long road, but worth every step and struggle once you reach the end.

Ever wonder if the characters of Khaled’s award winning book actually get their happy ending and a second chance?

If you’ve read “The Kite Runner” By Khaled Hosseini and were moved, awed, inspired, or just couldn’t get enough, then you’ll love this soul-filled epilogue following Sohrab, Amir, and Soraya in their new life in San Francisco!


I watch Sohrab run through the hall, yelling at an invisible enemy, holding his sword aloft striking in and out, dodging, jumping, and ducking swipes from his opponent’s blade. I can’t help but wonder at how far the little nephew of mine has come. Once such a troubled, quiet, secluded boy who shut himself off from the world has now become an outgoing, talkative, and a thoroughly wild child. I remember my thoughts as I saw the slight smile creep onto his face when we cut that fateful kite five years back.

It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything all right. It didn’t make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing….But I’ll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.

I had been right.

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Shapeshifter Wings Cover Final

Genres: Fantasy

Raven’s life is full of secrets and half truths. Her parents always told her that her ability was normal, that all fallen angels could do the same thing. But deep in her gut she knew her parents were hiding something. A secret that she ultimately believes got her father killed and made her mother paranoid enough to move them off the grid.

When strange beings show up one morning, Raven knows she is in danger. And when legends and truths are revealed all Raven knew is turned upside down and she must make a decision that will change the rest of her life. Normal doesn’t apply to her anymore, normal never applied to her. Nothing was ever as it seemed.

Can Raven outrun the past that is catching up to her in order to change her future? Or will all her father died for be for nothing? There was only one way to find out. She couldn’t hide behind secrets anymore.


After what felt like hours of searching, the unknown figures finally stepped into my view. I couldn’t see their faces from where I stood watching, but I could certainly see their wings.

But it was their wings that sent a jolt of cold fear to my gut and effectively drowned all the hope I had been stock-piling in the past ten minutes.

There were two figures, a man and a woman, each of them having the same strange looking wings. If they had been a fallen angel then their wings would have been white, had they been demon their wings would be black, and had they been a cross of the two their wings would have been any shade of grey. Something like my wings that were a speckled grey like an owls.

But these guys, they had wings the color of dirt. And their wings weren’t large and full of feathers like normal, instead they looked half leather and half feathers. I’d never before seen wings like theirs but I wasn’t quite sure what to make of them.

Both of them wore dark clothes. The guy had short ,dark brown hair that came to rest just below his ears in a rumbled mess. He was wearing dark jeans with holes in the knees and a pair of dark hiking boots, with a black sleeveless shirt that had a logo on the front of it. The woman had straight, jet black hair that cascaded down her back to the base of her wings. She wore black skinny jeans with a pair of kick ass black boots that came to just below her knee, and a tight black tank top to match. The black of her clothes contrasted harshly with the paleness of her skin. Despite their dark clothes, both beings were insanely beautiful. You couldn’t mold the perfect features they had.

I was more than curious to find out what their wings labeled them as, but my gut was telling me that they were bad news. If the dark clothes and dark brown wings weren’t a dead giveaway to that, then I didn’t know what was. Whoever these people were — fallen angel, demon, or half-blood — I was sure of one thing: they were dangerous. And they definitely weren’t searching for any bear.

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The Beast Cover Final

Genres: Mystery/Thriller, Paranormal, Short Story

Delanie seems like your average working girl who shares an apartment with her best friend to make ends meet. But there’s nothing average about being repeatedly hunted and attacked by a supernatural beast.

Night after night, Delanie returns home panicked and jumpy from these encounters as she tries to outrun the creature. But no one believes she is being hunted, not even her roommate, Misty, who is one step away from shipping her delusional friend off to a crazy house.

There’s only one other problem:

The beast wasn’t going to stop and it would only be a matter of time before the beast caught Delanie in its claws.

When a surprise nighttime visit goes horribly wrong, Delanie will have to choose between hiding in fear once more or standing up to the hulking beast once and for all.

Can Delanie find the courage to face the monster in the shadows? Or will she continue to run in fear for her life?

In a tale of fright, horror, and mystery only one thing is for sure: The tables are about to turn.


I’d never seen the beast in full view, and I was sure I didn’t want to. The snatches of him I had seen as he danced around my vision limits, tormenting my mind with his games of keeping me on the brink of breaking, were enough to instill fear into the bravest of souls.

He was hideous.

A huge, hulking mass of black. I wasn’t sure if it was fur or some sort of a sticky, black tar hide that covered his body, but I wasn’t keen to finding out. Claws and razor sharp teeth too big for any animal alive would glint in the moonlight as he would fade once more into the night.

And his breath… It was like rotting flesh. Hot and pungent when he would stand just behind me, the tip of his teeth lightly grazing the back of my neck as he tormented me again, and again, and again.

But it was his eyes that had first chilled me to my core and frozen my blood.

They were a golden yellow, bright and intensified in the darkness of night. Black slits like a cat formed the pupil of his eye. They were unforgiving and glinted maliciously. One look at them would tell you all you needed to know about the creature they belonged to.

You didn’t want to run into this monster at night. Or at all for that matter.

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Shards of Imagination Cover Final

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Genres: Short Story, and everything in between

Flash! Magic in the night!

Flash! Deserted time!

Flash! A fairy’s purpose!

Flash! Hallucinations are reality!

Flash! The Gates of Hell open!

An ever-growing collection of short flash fiction pieces from all sorts of genres and topics with no rhyme or reason other than explosions of inspiration creating Shards of Imagination.


Abandonment is inevitable.

Desolation is the end.

What was once beautiful and grand in its prime now falls to shambles. A ghost of a once happy time. Weeds grow wild where wildflowers were once tamed. Stonework crumbles to pile of misshapen rubble. Long forgotten toys are kidnapped by the fierceness of nature, allowing nothing to stand untouched in its reclaimed lands.

The winds and forces of nature beat mercilessly upon the battered structure. Wearing it down stone by stone, section by section. Grime and dirt splatter its once pristine colors. Vines and ivy crawl up its walls, obscuring the home from passersby.

-Shard Two: Time is Enemy

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