I'm sorry I haven't posted. My job had us working a lot of overtime, then on top of that, I got sick, so it's been a fun month, but I hope y'all had the most wonderful Christmas. It's only a few days before this year ends, and we close the chapter on this year. My goal is to post more stories or to stay consistent with posting, either of which is a win. What is your goal?

I followed them through the castle, freaking out. I asked them where we were going, but no one answered. “It appears we are heading toward the master of the castle.” The ghost suggested in my mind, making me jump and stumble, almost falling. “Thank you,” I responded in my mind. As we walked to wherever we were going, it was eerie—the only sound was my shoes on the castle floor —but thankfully, there were windows. The blue sky and green fields made me less anxious. If it were

As you can tell, I changed Nora's story title from Nora Blackwell dead walker to Nora Blackwell the rise of the dead walker. The other title was a placeholder until I could come up with something I really liked. I like this because she had to start over after everything that happened to her, and she's trying to get revenge on everyone who ever wronged her.

He's getting married and I'm just so thrilled. My favorite thing about weddings is watching their facial expression when they see each other for the first time. I also love seeing everyone's face when they first see the bride. I also love hearing the kids say, "She looks like a princess" or something similar. I remember when I was young, seeing my Tomboy cousin dress up and thinking she had a fairy godmother, and then I ran off to be a terror with my other cousins my age. My

I haven't been working on any stories like I usually do because we've been working a lot of overtime. After all, it's that time of year. It sucks, but it is what it is. The story won't be late, but might have more spelling errors than usual. So please bear with me.

Paula called the runner back to where the rest of us stood. It took a minute to convince them, but they eventually did. I started at the maids on the other side of the gate, wondering what was about to happen. The lights on the other side of the gate where the maid stood started turning off one by one, with a loud click, click, click, until all the lights in the rest of the castle were off. The human hall was the only thing lit, and the maid looked creepy with the bit of ligh

I followed them through the castle, freaking out. I asked them where we were going, but no one answered. “It appears we are heading toward the master of the castle.” The ghost suggested in my mind, making me jump and stumble, almost falling. “Thank you,” I responded in my mind. As we walked to wherever we were going, it was eerie—the only sound was my shoes on the castle floor —but thankfully, there were windows. The blue sky and green fields made me less anxious. If it were

We stood there, uncomfortable, looking around, feeling out of place. There were a few other people, but they were focused on what they were doing —eating, reading, and so on. “Hiya, I’m Paula Quintero, and I’m the mom on the human hall. I help you all get everyone settled in, but first, everyone get some food, then I will come get you.” She smiled broadly, her brown eyes warm and welcoming, her black hair braided down her back. She wore a plain grey shirt with jeans, while he

I used to write stories where everything turned out ok, but after watching my dad and grandy fight for their lives to lose them, then watching my sister and mom fight for their lives against cancer and beat it, I realized. Life doesn't always end well, and this shifted my stories. They became darker and darker, or I just stopped caring what others expected of me. Im not sure, but it is what it is.

I could hear Mom talking to them, telling them about how I was on drugs, drinking, and meeting up with strange men at night for money. How could she believe this? She has tracking on my phone and texts me every hour that I’m out, and if I don’t respond, she will call back to back until I answer. The guy just seemed to listen to be nice. I wanted to scream at her that someone played her, but like I said earlier, I will cut her off just like Linda did. She is no longer my mothe

The maids sorted us into ten groups of uneven people. In our group, we have eight boys and twelve other girls. I got put in the same group as that girl who sat beside me, which made me happy. It was like having a familiar face, even though I knew nothing about her. As we left the room, I looked to the right, where I heard the others run too, and saw it covered in red with splatter on the wall and ceiling. There was no sign of what had gotten them or where their remains were.

Here's a preview. Tell me what you think. Where were you when the world ended? I was working night shift at a gas station. I remember I was so tired and just wanted to go home, then, all of a sudden, a loud explosion cut off all the lights, and you could see something on fire in the distance. Then my body felt tingly, like when you sit on your leg for too long. If you like it, check out my Wattpad, where it will be posted on Halloween night, while on other sites it will be po