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What if the government knows why the vampires are here? What if the government is responsible? When Tasha left Damya when she was sixteen, she thought she'd never return. But after distinguishing herself in Political Science and Linguistics and managing to land a dream job with the UN, she's forced to come back to investigate a series of human-rights violations and murders. And she's forced to face some of her oldest demons. When Abdul Rahman Elbaaz left Damya, he knew he was going to return. New leads on The Bloodistan Gazette, a mysterious contraband newspaper he had been obsessed with as a child push him back to the land where he grew up and more trouble than he ever imagined. When Cihangir Kartal chose to stay in Damya, he promised himself he'll make his country a better place. Now, thrust into leadership of an operation he never wanted to be a part of, he's forced to choose between his loyalty to the government and his devotion to his friends. A carefully calibrated concoction of political thriller, action, drama and good old fashion vampire story. amazeballs cover by @VaineLuchia…

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Poems on faith for your reading pleasure. A WATTPAD FEATURED COLLECTION Cover by @nicockla…

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Dark things swarm around the city. Newspaper-boys are lured into houses, strange mansions whisper into musicians' ears, old men tell tales of vampires, drums boom in the Savannah, children worship false gods and priests begin to question the very foundations of the universe. And all this has something to do with a girl who has no name and a cat whose name nobody knows. A dark, surreal adventure, this book is my flawed tribute to weird-fiction and the writers who made me. A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 2nD PLACE WINNER FOR THE HAND PICKED AWARDS 2017 - PARANORMAL CATEGORY RUNNER UP FOR THE ANTI-WATTYS 2015 Cover designed by @sublime- Trailer by @Welc0meT0MyW0rld…

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Four seasons. Four poems or perhaps not poems. Perhaps something that lies in the stasis between poetry and prose, between love and hate, between adoration and immolation, between the self and the other. Four seasons. Perhaps not seasons. Inspired by Eliot's Preludes. Basically, riffs on early modernist poetry.…

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In those days in the Promised Land, there was no king and every man did that which was right in his own eyes. Jephthah, the son of a whore, was pushed into exile from his birthplace of Gilead to the land of Tob. Rebecca grew up there, without a mother's love and with her eyes always fixed westward. To her own promised land. The land that is their birthright. Jephthah makes a vow he cannot take back to the most puissant Being in the universe. Rebecca must die for her love, joy and music. She will have no scapegoat. She will not be unbound. This is the story of her sixty days of mourning. These are her laments.cover by @Batman_justice…

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A collection of letters from your favourite writers, letting Wattpad know what it means to them.…

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A clergyman's wife makes a deal with the devil. The man she tempts becomes a father. His children grow. Strange things happen in this household. Things move around of their own accord. Crosses turn upside down. The neighbour's goat speaks foul things. Because the devil always pays his dues. And the devil always collects. A Paranormal-Bildungsroman about growing up in Kerala. Cover by @VaineLuchia Hopefully I finish this one.…

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From late April to mid-June 2016, I attempted a peculiar little experiment. I put all my ongoing projects on hold, more or less disappeared from Wattpad and began writing a very short story, poem or other assortment of words every day and putting it up on instagram. This is the result.…

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World War II is underway. Germans drop their bombs on the streets of London. Emmeline is charged with being strong for her Daddy and to take care of her Maman and her little sister Madeline, as they make their way to Bannerscombe Manor, an old familial estate that was purchased after a mysterious price drop. The sun shines brighter than London here. And birds chirp louder. And the forest comes alive with colour and sound. And there is so much house to explore, so many nooks and crannies to be delved into. There is so much to see. Like the little skeletons that line the basement beneath the walls. Like the portraits that change when nobody is looking. Like the series of dreams that haunt Emmeline since her first night in Bannerscombe. Like the Great Old Ones, patiently waiting, watching, baiting and yearning for fresh blood. Madeline's blood.+++Illustrated by @NeverCatchMeAmazing cover by @hxrmonize-…

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Sometimes I read things and think things and sometimes I want to write about them. Here's where I do. Cover by the amazing @cloudland (if you haven't already requested there for your next cover, you're an idiot). (Actually, you're not. You're just very ignorant. Go over there and request something.)…

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Short stories that don't belong anywhere else. Contest entries and things belong here.…

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COWRITTEN WITH @Story_Teller_oxooCOVER BY @inhalingsarcasm (the best graphic designer in all of Wattpad)Hades. Johnny Hades. Lead singer for Unterwelt, the 'it' band this year. They're headlining all the festivals. Their singles latch on to the top of the chart and never let go. And their fans are absolutely rabid. But there's no doubt he has some dark secrets.Persephone. Persephone Mills. She's not really into rock music. But she's into Caleb Adams. And Caleb Adams has found himself a pair of tickets for the Leeds festival. And she has a few secrets of her own. Mythology and fiction collide in this dark story of abuse and terror.…

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A collection of poems.…