Small Potato

Half a decade ago, the whole country was shocked by the brutal murder of a renowned ophthalmologist. The idea of being torn apart, butchered, with a kitchen knife made her sick, but that was all you could read about and listen to in the papers and radios. Traces of blood in the small cracks behind the nurse’s station, under the blue bench in the waiting area, overlooked on the silver handle of the door to the third-floor staircase, they stared back at you as if they had eyes...

A woman runs, holding onto her torso as she keeps glancing behind her. Tears spilling from her already wet cheeks. She catches her breath and screams as the hurt in her chest tore her up internally. "Why... why?!" She cries as her clenched fist hits her broken heart. Her lover tried to drug her, thinking of ridding her of their unborn baby. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. She grew to hate him with all of her being. Still, memories of the love they shared still plagued her. How could she possibly still trust him? And yet, despite her anxiousness, she still held onto a small scale sliver of hope. All she could do now, was to leave him and keep their child safe. 16 years passed and there stood a young boy with silver hair and bright amethyst coloured eyes. He smiles at the horizon, staring at the capital city of the country of Enoch. Finally, he was old enough to venture out into the great city. Said to be the largest and most prosperous of the kingdom. He holds firmly onto the hope of an exciting journey as he kissed his mother goodbye. Thinking of all the warning she gave him before his journey could begin. Once in the city, his life changed forever and his perilous struggles began.

In Styria, we, though by no means magnificent people, inhabit a castle, or schloss. A small income, in that part of the world, goes a great way. Eight or nine hundred a year does wonders. Scantily enough ours would have answered among wealthy people at home. My father is English, and I bear an English name, although I never saw England. But here, in this lonely and primitive place, where everything is so marvelously cheap, I really don't see how ever so much more money would at all materially add to our comforts, or even luxuries.

Katalin isn't your typical vampire. She has been on the run for so long, she's almost forgotten why. The only thing that keeps her running are the dreams that haunt her and the fear the monster inside her will escape. She pushes on to find any knowledge that will help her rid herself of the blood thirst that rules her. A small town man has heard the prophecy his whole life. He wondered if it would be fulfilled in his life time. When she stumbled into his hometown, that notion changed. Will it be as the old timers said? Are the unlikely duo meant to bring an end to the monster ruling Katalin or will the darkness consume her?

"??????? ?? ?????????, ??????? ?? ??? ????????? ?????????." Grace Carter lives in the secluded, small town of Myrefalls, which was fortuitously blessed and eternally cursed with a secret living among the towering trees and the wild streams of the forest. Follow Grace, Quinn and Ryder as they find themselves wrapped in a quest to find the lost gem of the forest, uncovering hidden secrets and blood-stained lies on the way. Will they be able to find the gem or will the Other World destroy Myrefalls as they knew it?

Who would have known that having someone love you was like having someone hurt you. Jocelyn Lynn is the definition of a paragon of beauty. She hates herself for being so beautiful because of the unwanted attention she gets. When a mysterious person comes to their small town her life is about to change in ways she never imagined. From being a small-time girl living in the village to being wanted for a crime she would commit all over again. Her life comes crashing down when more secrets knock on her heart threatening to overwhelm her. How will she ever get away from the clutches of an obsessed?

A room furnished comfortably and tastefully, but not extravagantly. At the back, a door to the right leads to the entrance-hall, another to the left leads to Helmer's study. Between the doors stands a piano. In the middle of the left-hand wall is a door, and beyond it a window. Near the window are a round table, arm-chairs and a small sofa. In the right-hand wall, at the farther end, another door; and on the same side, nearer the footlights, a stove, two easy chairs and a rocking-chair; between the stove and the door, a small table. Engravings on the walls; a cabinet with china and other small objects; a small book-case with well-bound books. The floors are carpeted, and a fire burns in the stove.

In most small towns, beasts lurk in the shadows and Purpintine is no exception. Surrounded by never ending forests that house a billion secrets and the dozen lakes that have taken more than half the populations' lives. Amalia can't help but be drawn to the amazing landscapes and beautiful scenery and not to mention the fresh oxygen that hasn't been populated by industrialisation that Purpintine has to offer. Running away has always been her best trait, skilfully never leaving behind a trace. The small, yet seemingly peaceful town that Purpintine is gives her assurance that all her demons will remain in her past and that she can finally have the fresh start she has always longed for. Not realising how the simple act of setting foot in Purpintine will unlock a wave of secrets and forever change her destiny.

A regular bedtime story that was being told as a small kid turn into a recurrent dream as an adult. Dreams that turn out to be her reality. A fated pair that bumped into each other in an unexpected situation, will their relationship work or will their differences get in the way?

Denise and her family moved to a new apartment inside a mysterious villa owned by her father's employer. But the place seemed familiar. A link to a past life she could no longer recall. Only the small voices around her and that familiar strange feeling she has could tell that she'd been here before in a different time.