Short story about a treacherous, female assassin.

Another poem about my character William BloodDagger.

This is a poem about a character I have made up. I’m not going to go into much details about him but I have named him William BloodDagger.

Just a story I had to make up. hope u like.

A novel I have partially written. It is in the 30th chapter, but this is just the prologue.

It’s a budding project I hope to someday extend into a long short-story or (maybe) a book.

Rose was raised as a trained assassin at the age of 13 by her mother. She is emotionless for many years, immune to not feeling anything until her latest assignment goes wrong and a familiar face comes to haunt her. Can she correct her mistake or will it be a trap of her heart?

There’s always a repentance at last.

The opening ceremony was electrifying.

A piece of creative writing I did in school last year, it’s about an assassin and a professor’s “last” minutes.
I got 26/27 in this, so I think it’s pretty decent, perhaps you’ll like it.