So, a depressed teenager, a witch, a half-human half-fae, and a bored prodigy walk into a haunted house...
Twenty-four-year-old Abi Hantz is living the toxic life of drinking hard and partying harder, always waking up only to feel like she was knocking on deaths door, but a phone call would one day change Abi's perspective on her current life, and what she could do to gain more of the best from it. Abi listens to this advice, and soon realizes, it was truly all for the best.
Peep the silly little sheep is on her way to the duck pond with floaties on her ankles and a tube around her waist. She doesn't swim very well. She only sinks. Peep loves her floaties they are all the color pink. On her way she meets Pig. Look at you, you silly little sheep, pig says, laughing. Peep replies, I'm going to meet Duck at the pond. We are going for a swim. Come Pig it will be fun for all, we'll have a ball. What is in your sack hanging off your back? Peep asks. Jelly belly beans to eat for a snack. They are very; very good I will share them with you and Duck. Maybe we can eat them in the old box truck. We will have a Jelly belly bean party after our swim. Filling up our cups to the brim. Jelly bellies are the best I do confess. Duck is already there with sweet tea for you and me. Watch out Pig here comes a bee, lets hide behind that fig tree. Buzz, buzz went the bee flying down to the fig tree. Don't be afraid I won't sting you. I just need some nectar to make some honey, don't be a silly funny bunny. I will land on the flowers by the hours. Thank you, bee we were scared, I do declare. The buzzing sound all around had Pig and I running round. We are on our way to meet Duck by the pond. In the morning Duck and I went for a walk. We went to the fair and saw a brown bear wearing a pink tutu with flowers in her hair. Dancing in the towns square while eating a prickly pear. What a funny site to see as we sat under the old shade tree. Pig thought that was quite amusing to see a bear in the town square. Peep and Pig walk the winding dirt path that leads to the pond. They see frog hopping merrily along. They all swim in the early morning. When all are done, everyone basks in the sun. They lay in the meadow of wildflowers and look in the sky. Let's play a game of What does that cloud look like? Peep yells, Pig that cloud looks like you, Duck says, I see a cat, I see a Cheeto, says Pig. Silly pig you always think of snacks. laughs Duck. For hours and hours they run, jump and play, then return to the barn and lay in the hay. To nap and eat jelly belly bean snacks that pig brought on his back in a sack.. Peep says, Jelly bellies are stuck in my wool, Duck quacks, they are in my feathers. Pig oinks mine are in my belly and they tasted so good! Help us get unstuck pig we are very sticky. Ew ,you are so icky. Let's march back to the pond to get you both cleaned up quickly. The jelly belly beans will slide right off. I feel like having stroganoff, says Pig. With that said they all marched to the pond singing this song. Jelly belly's here, jelly belly's there, jelly bellies in my wool and feathers everywhere. The pond is near have no fear, jump right in and let the fun begin. Swishing and splashing. Oh no Peep forgot her floaties, Peeps in trouble. Wish me luck. I'm glad I at my oaties. Duck to the rescue. Pig stands by. Duck takes a deep breath and counts to five. She grabs Peeps tail and tugs her to the tree. Duck at the rearend Pig in the front. Grab Peep now. Pig snorts and grunts. Rest now Peep that was quite a show. No more jelly bellies in your wool you know. Peep you're a silly little sheep. Duck says you must wear your swimming gear before going into the pond. Peep says, you and Pig went far and beyond to save me from the waters in the pond. Thank you, friends for all you do. You make me so proud of you. All dried and rested up, the three friends walk the path back to the farm, arm in arm, skipping along and singing songs. Duck wagging her tail feathers, Peep and Pig swaying their tails. Happy as can be. YIP-YIP- YIPEE
Bella gets a chilling phone call—from her own number. The voice on the line is her own, warning her to run: her best friend whom she trusts isn’t who she seems.
As reality unravels, Bella must outsmart a shapeshifting threat that knows everything about her. With only cryptic calls from alternate versions of herself, she races to survive a night that’s already happened—over and over again.
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Elle is a 18 year old, recent high school graduate. She goes on a vacation with her friend group, including her boyfriend, before setting off to college to a cabin in the mountains of East Tennessee. When she gets a phone call from her own number, she tries to uncover who this seemingly dangerous person is.
William Waynes is a man haunted by heartbreak. Once a passionate and devoted lover, he loses himself after Emily the woman he believed was his soulmate leaves him for someone else. Crushed and emotionally shattered, William buries his pain in meaningless sex, emotional detachment, and a reckless lifestyle. Working as a bookstore clerk in a quiet town, he hides behind a hardened exterior, refusing to feel or trust again.
But everything begins to change when he meets Sophie, a gentle yet strong-willed woman who sees past his walls. Their connection is slow, cautious, and built on quiet conversations, shared vulnerability, and the growing hope that love might still be possible. Sophie, too, carries her own scars but chooses healing over bitterness, inspiring William to face his past.
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The trolls in the attic are constantly scampering around. They are the noisiest bunch of trolls.There must be at least 50 of the little buggers up there. So many people have asked me why do I let trolls live in my attic? They just refuse to leave. One sunny day I decided to go into the attic open the window to air it out. A couple of days later I started to hear sounds up there. I open the attic door to find trolls in my attic. Why are you here I shouted. The troll told me squirrels have infested their tree; they saw my window was open that was a come on in invitation. You cannot live in my attic. Oh yes, we can replied the Great troll Zolan . If you do not want to be eaten you will let us live here. I quickly slammed the attic door. Bolted it shut and never opened it again. To this day they have lived in my attic using my window as their door to the outside world. They come and go as they please .Every now and then I find a treasure of coins on my front porch from them. They are quite generous. Trolls will be nice to you if you treat them kindly. They only go out at night because the sun is their enemy. The sunlight will turn them into stone. So they are very, very careful not to be outside during the day time. At night they forage for food .Making a campfire in my backyard to cook and tell stories. They like to eat animals like goats, fish , cats and naughty children. So keep your cats and naughty children from harms way.Sometimes they even eat rocks and socks. The rocks sharpen their teeth. Now for the socks I have no idea .These trolls are mischievous troublemakers sometimes hostile. They kidnap humans for personal servants or even making them their spouses. They could even use them for their personal amusement, or for dinner. They are sometimes helpful. They like to trade goods and do favors for pay. They have magical capabilities such as shapeshifting into animals or humans Some can even become invisible. Late one evening I heard a ruckus in the attic. I dare not go upstairs into the attic for fear I might be eaten or manipulated. The night was damp and foggy from yesterdays rain.I look out the window to see 3 Trolls dragging a large sack. The sack was full of movements as if someone was inside of it. I make sure I am not seen spying on the trolls. They dragged the sack to the backyard by the huge oak tree they once inhabited. The trolls untie the sack, one of their victims pops their head out scared out of his wits. The Great troll Zolan says the last 2 days where very amusing.You danced for us, did tricks and served us delicious fish .You were a very good human.We were only kidding about our threats, you are free to go, just remember we know who you are. Do not breathe a word about us for fear you will be found and eaten. The Great troll Zolan gave him some precious stones to keep for entertaining them.Their victim ran as fast as his legs could carry him. They made their way back into the attic. To drink ale, dance and tell stories of their antics. I don't know what I shall do about these trolls in my attic for fear I will be eaten. To my dismay I shall have to put up with these noisy trolls.Knock, knock, knock on the front door. Who could this be so late at night? Scampering noises in the distance. I open the door to find treasures of gold stacked on the floor. These trolls are quite generous I've heard these trolls are dimwitted .There has to be a way for me to outsmart them .Who knows what they may do next time. They can be so sinister sometimes.As I sit here thinking of a way to outsmart those trolls these ideas come to mind. #1 they do not like the sounds of loud bells #2 They can't swim #3 they are very clumsy#4 sunlight will turn them into stone #5 they will burst if they get angry. So I come up with this brilliant idea. I dig a deep enough hole in the back yard around the big old oak tree to hold all the trolls. I line it with a tarp. fill it with water. cover the hole with a light weight tarp then some dirt and leaves. I put a fence with a gate around the oak tree so nothing is able to fall in the hole untill Saturday. I will then write a note for them to come to a party I am having at 10pm there will be roasted goat and ale. Dancing all night long, they will get very drunk and all fall into the hole. Those drunken clumsy trolls will get angry and burst. I will then be able to get into my attic and have treasures for the rest of my life; The trolls will be gone. Happy days are here again. Every day I was outside during the day, digging around the big oak tree. After a week I completed my task. The trolls had no clue of my plan. They would come and go without noticing anything different in the yard. They were a dimwitted bunch. It was time to make my plan a reality. I left a note on my porch for them. Big party for my friends the trolls at 10pm on Saturday night. Feast of roast goat over a fire pit on a spit and ale. Music and dancing all night long around the big oak tree. Come all. How can they resist? Waiting for Saturday night to be here So very impatient and restless. The feeling of anticipation is so great. Finally, the time has come I look out my window to see all the trolls gathered around the fire pit drooling at the goat and drinking ale. They will get their belly fill of their last meal. I will put on some dancing music Trolls just want to have fun is their favorite song. They will dance around the big old oak tree. Soon they will be drunken trolls. The music has begun the trolls get to their feet and start dancing. They make a line to the big old oak tree, The great troll Zolan leads the way. One by one they fall into the hole. They are seriously angry. Grunting, snorting and splashing. Horrible sounds coming from the hole, all the sudden they burst. KABOOM! Exploded trolls are such a horrible site, they had it coming to them. I go to my front porch to find another pile of cold coins stacked up high on the floor; those trolls were quite generous. I go back inside to unbolt my attic door. I push the door open I could not believe my eyes. All around the attic was gold coins piled to the ceiling. Precious stones scattered all over the floor. Talk about hoarders. This is the best hoard I have ever seen in my life! As I'm walking around with the biggest smile on my face I hear a noise coming from underneath a pile of coins .A faint whimpering sound. I brush away the coins to find a baby troll. She is the size of my hand.I pick her up and take her downstairs. I will care for her and make her my own. She will learn human ways and not become a mischievous trouble maker. She will be kind ,respectful and eat healthy foods.She will not know of any troll ways. I will name her Angel. My sweet Angel.As Angel grows to be a teenager she starts to wonder why her appearance is so different from her father's. He told her she is a troll .trolls used to live in my attic till one day they just left.I found you under a stack of coins.That's when I took you under my wing and cared for you. I taught you human ways because the ways of the trolls were not good for a girl troll.I grew to love you as my own.Angel sighed ,I am so ugly I long to be beautiful and tall. I told her there is a way .I remember the trolls are shapeshifters and can transform into anything. Think deeply about what you want you will then transform into that thought .Angel thought and thought about being a beautiful, tall human being.Angel looked in the mirror and couldn't believe her eyes.This is magical ,I'm stunning. I had to wait for you to become older before I could tell you of your powers and how to use them in a good way.Thank you , thank you. I am so grateful. I can now go out into the world and not be noticed as a troll. Angel lived a happy life to this day. She has never grown old only wiser.
One morning, a little boy receives a letter from a dove. Curious as to who sent him a letter, he writes one back and returns it to the dove. Surprisingly he receives another letter from the same person. Who is this person? What do they look like? And should he go find out?