A collection of all my little random spurts of inspiration, my back of the hand ideas, my off the wall thoughts of the strangest proportions. Midnight musings, you could call them.These will be all be oneshots with a little summary at the top. Also includes short contest entries.Prior works included here: Look Up (extended)~~If anything is rated M, it will be for graphic violence, gore, death, that sort of thing.~~Cover was made by me. Cover style was based on @twinkling_fireflies 's covers (pssst, go look, they're beautiful).~~Please do not use any of my work without my permission (including cover-art and drawings). If you'd like to, ask me first.…
Essa Yi paints cards that kill.Known to the public as Card Painter, she is a wish maker, someone with the ability to turn wishes into reality. But she is not just any wish maker - she is a death writer, a wish maker who can only grant wishes through death.In a quiet shop at the heart of San Francisco, she sells her cards to those who want someone dead. She has a simple life, an easy life. She watches the mad rush of city life from her store, but she never takes part in it.It all comes to an end when a boy named Jin enters her shop and claims she sold him a card that does not work, the very same card that's haunted her thoughts for the last three years. It's strange that he seems to know more about her than he wants to admit, stranger still that she does not recognize him - and she never forgets the face of someone she sold a card to.She would rather do anything except help him, but the card that haunts her nightmares ties her to him. He is angry. He is frightened. And above all, he is desperate. He is desperate to save the life of a girl who is not dying, and he claims Essa's cards are the key.Her cards can only take life. But for the first time ever, she may need to save one.~~Originally written for ONC 2019. 27/01/2019 - 04/09/2019. First round first place winner and shortlister. ~~Content Warning: Depression, discussion of suicide, invalidation of mental illness*, graphic violence, death.*Please see the Author's Note in the first chapter for more details.~~All rights reserved. Please do not use or translate my work without my permission. If you would like to use something, please ask me.~~…
ONC 2020 Grand Winner~ ~"When the halls run red with the poison of your life, I will rest. Until then, consider your ruin a promise of mine."~ ~ Four years ago, Yin Ruwei sold her blood to the northern god Xuanwu in return for revenge. Now, after years of perfectly orchestrated deaths at hands that are not her own, she snaps and puts red in her ledger, killing a man personally.Mu'en is more brutal, more cunning . . . and less heartless than he'd wish the world to know. Someone has been killing off his men with all the fury of a hurricane. Tearstained anger blankets every death and he almost feels sorry for the murderer - until they kill the man he loves. Ruwei and Mu'en find themselves on two sides of the same coin, counting fate like they do the stars in the sky, hoping for a better day, a happier life, a brighter world in the shadows they call home.Sometimes you must seek what you've lost to retrieve it again. Sometimes that which you've lost can no longer be retrieved.And sometimes, just sometimes, those broken pieces find their way back to you. ~ ~ONC 2020. Prompt 4. Written: 29.02.2020 - 05.05.2020.~ ~A paranormal revenge story with roots in Chinese mythology.~ ~Please do not use or translate my work without my permission. If you would like to use something, please ask me.~ ~Warning: Contains violence, death, etc.Alludes to: abuse, assault, trauma.Contains: Chinese culture, Chinese mythology, LGBT+ relationships, disability.…
~ oneshot ~A girl walks with her memories for one night. Just one.#MidnightSunMovie contest top ten finalist!499 words (4 of which are these - thingies because apparently they count as their own word in Wattpad)~~Cover art was made by me, and the image was drawn and colored by hand.…
~ oneshot ~Are soulmates truly meant to exist in life, a time so haltingly short?Or are they meant for something more?Death, perhaps.A oneshot set in a world where your soulmate's last living words are tattooed on your skin.This is a story about a bargain with Death.This is a story between two people. Any two people. Faceless. Nameless.One to bargain, one to die.A tale of a chance and a dance between insanity and death.For the #EveryDayMovie contest.Please comment, criticize, and vote! I may post a longer version that will likely be doubled in length (still a oneshot) once the contest is over.Forewarning: Includes characters of dubious sanity, and the narrative WILL reflect that.…
