I know you're all so excited to see who's won, but first, I'd like to thank everyone. Thank you for joining, thank you for being patient and supportive through all that's been going on, (little update on what happened to me yesterday at the end. Be warned: it's mildly depressing)... and thank you for sharing your creativity with me. I always love seeing into the wonderful worlds that people have created by some magic of their imagination.

You all wrote such interesting pieces, whether they were funny, devastating, romantic, etc, and I appreciate them all. I wish I could put everyone in first place, but alas, that's not how contests work. I hate picking favorites, and if I do have a favorite something or other, I usually keep it to myself. But for this contest, I have no choice.

WINNERS PLEASE MESSAGE ME!

First Place: thespottedowl with their one-shot "Letters From A Lost Lover". With their permission, I'll be posting their entry (with a little review from me!). Their name will be on the cover starting ASAP, and we can get to writing as soon as they're ready. As some of you know, I've got tons of prompts. I'll also be reviewing one of their books in their comments section!

Special mention: author144 With their permission, I'll publish their one-shot as well. It's definitely worth the read. Heck, anything by them is worth the read! Go follow them! (My personal favorites are Dark Dreams and YouTube Hunger Games)

Second Place: MoshoSwirls gets an inside scoop on my plans for whatever they wish to know. (For example, they could ask me what's going to happen in chapter fifteen of 101 Reasons To Love You and I'll have to answer honestly. I plan on telling them about some of my unpublished works. I'll also publish their one-shot, with permission of course.

Third Place: iwritesansnottragedy gets a follow, a review on their story, if they have one. If not, I'll just review their one-shot- if they so choose to let me publish it here. And, if they're so inclined, I'll show them my face and tell them my real name. (Not like it's anything special, it's just something I usually reserve.)

Thank you, so much, to everyone who participated. I never thought anyone would even enter. You guys are the best.

WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY: I had a follow up appointment with a different doctor. I took a taxi to the hospital. I was really scared at first, but I was wearing a Breaking Benjamin shirt and the receptionist must like them, because she called out, as soon as she saw me, "are you going to Sonic Boom this year?" (Sonic Boom is a rock music festival in Wisconsin that sponsors the army) and I said yes... So that calmed me a bit. If you didn't know, anything to do with music (of any kind) calms me. Anyway, I took the elevator to the second floor, and I had to speak with a second receptionist. Her intern got really excited about my shirt as well, and told me he was a huge fan... (Damn band shirts making me interact with other people). I was alone in the waiting room, because it was a separate waiting room for therapy patients, and so, well... I cried. Because I was scared. Hospitals are one of my bigger fears. I'd rather sit around with a broken arm than have a doctor touch me.

So eventually I got called to my appointment, and she bombarded me with the same questions as the other doctor had... But this time, she came to the conclusion that I have BOTH social and general anxiety. (I started laughing and crying here, because holy crap, I knew it. Maybe self diagnosing isn't so far off).

She said she was going to put me on pills immediately. That was all fine and dandy, except then she said she wanted a blood and urine test done... Like, immediately. Now, I'm not necessarily afraid of needles, but I'm afraid of pain, blood, gore, and basically anything going in my skin or through it. So I went back down to the first floor and walked around aimlessly for a bit because I had no idea where I was supposed to go... Soon enough, someone stopped me and asked me what I needed, and I said, and they made me fill out some paperwork, then sent me to another doctor. She looked like she could see my fear, especially when I stopped her and told her I'd never had blood drawn and that I was scared... It went like this:

I froze in the doorway. "I've never done this before."

"Oh, that's fine, I don't like needles, but this one's really small." She finished adjusting the chair for me and I went to sit in it. As soon as she pulled the needle out though, I panicked.

"Can I- can I put my headphones in? Please?" (Don't ask me why I said please, I don't know. I just really wanted music.)

She agreed, and I gratefully opened YouTube and put my headphones in. I was shaking really bad, so it took me a minute, but she waited patiently. I pressed on the video I wanted (Crawl, by Breaking Benjamin... My favorite song by them)... But then an AD started playing. I flipped shit! "Oh! Oh wait! There's an AD! There's an AD." (God, I'm so embarrassing).

Her expression deadpanned, "a what?"

"There's... An AD," I pointed at my screen. I have a feeling that if I had made eye contact, I would have seen her roll her eyes. But she waited. And I turned my volume all the way up. And what comes with cheap headphones? Poor sound muffling. I swear half of that wing could hear my music. But I didn't care... I was too busy trying not to cry and trying to keep breathing. I clenched my eyes shut and turned the other way... And it didn't hurt one fucking bit. I swear. I'm terrified of pain, I really am, but this needle must have been made from a cactus needle, it felt so small.

But damn it, I still cried. As soon as I opened my eyes, big tears escaped. And she seemed so sorry for me, but I apologized like, eighty times. I was shaking a lot as I stood, and my arm felt stiff... But I didn't see blood anywhere so that was good. I told her I didn't understand why these needles scared me when I have tattoos, (yeah I have tattoos. A heart, this quote "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night", and these lyrics "They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need") And I want TONS more, so when I told her that, she said that it's because tattoo needles don't really go that deep in you. Just skin deep...

And then she told me to go into 'room 1' to take the other test and you can bet I fucking cried for a good ten minutes. I just hate that sort of thing so much. Public, people, professional people... Agh. It makes me sad. So by the time I was finished with everything, I went out to catch the bus. It was 3:10, and the bus was due at 3:13, but as I was walking out, I saw the bus leaving. So I sat at the bus stop waiting for the next bus, which wasn't due for another hour or so. And then I got off the bus too early (because I'm a nervous wreck) and had to walk half an hour home.

All is good though, I got myself some green tea and did some art/writing/reading. So I am okay. I'm okay, guys. I finally have a diagnosis and I'm going to get better. And summer is fast approaching, which means more time for me to update, hopefully.

So thank you guys, for caring so much about me and waiting so patiently for me to update. I couldn't ask for a better, nicer, lovelier group.

All is well when the moon rises <3