Today is August 8th, the next day in our celebration of authors on Wattpad. I want to introduce, Kirsten G. She is a wonderful person and author. She's easy to chat with and understands the world of fiction.
She currently has seven works on Wattpad, several of which, are short stories.
Please help support Kirsten today by visiting her creations on Wattpad.
A little bit about, Kirsten:
Love readings and writing but always suffering from a writers block. Love interacting with people who are equally interested in the more obscure things in life and is fascinated with the realm of fictional characters.
Some of Kirsten's works include:
Read this short story about a woman, Adria, trapped in a demonic nightmare thinks she is free from all that has happened in her past.
Of Feathers and Fire (Book One)'He sighed and then I heard the keys come out of his other pocket and as the cuff fell my wings automatically stretched out. It felt so good and my eyes closed, I forgot where I was or who I was with, this was bliss.''Your wings are truly beautiful'' I heard him comment snapping me out of my zone.My wings reclined and fell to my side again. He continued to stroke them and only this time I felt what could have been his energy flow in time with mine. I looked at him, his eyes fixated on me''
Of Feathers and Fire (Book Two)I grabbed the hand. I looked up into his eyes, my once upon a time uncles eyes.''Willow it is nice to finally see you after all these years'' he said with a smile''You lied to me'' I spat out ''all these years''He sighed and nodded ''Yes Willow I did'' he looked at his hands ''I wanted you all to myself, I wanted to strip you of your wings, your horns, your fucking soul'' he growled ''but then I saw you, lying on the table, your wings stretched up and on display and I couldn't let them carry on'' ''You...'' my fury started to rise and I suppressed it again''I saw you laying there and all I saw was you as a little girl, the Willow I would see running free in the woods...'' he looked up at me ''yea I fucked up by letting them keep you there and yea I run this torture for creatures to be sold for whatever purpose but I couldn't...'' he looked at me, deep into my eyes ''Get out'' I said in a low shaky breathHe stood up ''your wings sold for a very high price, thank you''
The Unforgotten (Part One)Crystal, young and naïve, feels that she knows better until she wakes up to a chilling reality, blood pouring from her wrists, can she overcome the regret and pain? This is a short story but please bear with me - this took a whole lot of confidence to post.
The Unforgotten (Part Two)Jessie, I never forgot about you...
Unforgotten (Part three)The Final Book of the short story trilogy.Her damnation is her punishment and her sweet freedom came in the form of her lover - can they get passed the odds thrown at them while apart?