Smashwords Stories

Available on Kindle and Paperback now! https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07D1CZKSY After nineteen years as a prisoner to the Stonerow curse, fate owes Lady Maud a cursebreake...

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Everything in Cam's life is finally going right. Despite many of her best friend being out of town for the summer, she is ready to have some fun. With her good friend Jo...

I sit beside the Cuyahoga creek and wonder how he done it- Pursued by motivated Native Americans across the burning Midwestern grass, until he found himself caught betwe...

Eenralla lives in a Dome. That Dome is run by the Government. The Government has a secret. A secret they want Eenralla to forget. It all started when she touched the...

'Spiritual Reflections' Over the past years, ever since I started interacting on social media by sharing my faith, writing short reflections about life has been upliftin...

memoir of a village boy who plucked his science dream from the sky.

Now it is a vineyard, like so many others;/But when you taste its wine, you drink the blood of your brothers.' From Red Hill, a French folk song. I let someone else do t...

We should all sweat long enough to meet the man who beat the law of averages. This man is not the sum of his words, but the total of his actions. The books grow col...

As a young 17-year-old, David would like nothing more than to goof around with his friends, ask the girl he likes out and sit around a dinner table with his family. With...

Somewhere in the white hot core of the Dancer's spirit lie the remnants of too much vision, lies the residue of a thousand broken treaties: lies the child who bartered w...

Pilate is doomed to clean his rifle forever- The walls will not forget these nights. If you decided to brave the waters of sanctioned terror, be sure to wear your Christ...

"kutipan yang terlahir dari raga serta perasaan"

I see in her mottled skin such visions of dishwater pain, The desperately overturned second-hand furniture, stripped bare of our lunch money.