This poem is at best a literary short of a classic romance gone awry told in the point of view of an unnamed narrator, the identity of whom I hope is argued by my audience. I'm not a professional and I don't think the poem has reached it's best stage yet but I'd prefer it if my lack of skill was met with good advice and friendly argument.

Note: Some of my keywords are actually hidden themes

A collection of 8 - 12 short stories from different genres. Horror, fantasy, apocalyptic short series and more will appear in this short-story collection.

A tiny section from the book:

" If you lived in the Los Angeles, Beverly Hills, San Jose, Santa Barbara, Santa Monica, or even the So Cal area, anyone you would ever go up to would know the KY-BLU if you asked. They could name all their names, details about them and etcetera. It was heard that these five girls were more popular than Justin Bieber in Southern Cali and even in New York.

When Peyton Hawthorne, Riley Lockwood, Piper Harrington, Tristina Rutherford, and Phoebe Esposito walked in the glass revolving doors, everyone stopped in their tracks to see Cali’s fabulous five. Also known as KY-BLU.

It seemed like some kind of Mean Girls movie as peoples’ jaw dropped with every flip of their hair. And how they would walk into a pole for every step KY-BLU took. It’s an incredible sight and nothing, and absolutely nothing could ruin this bond. "
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Though you may think, girls like these? Like the clique? So cliche and mean. But quite on the contrary. Read this first book of the "You Can't Sit With Us" series as you journey through these girls' lives, interacting with other characters and as they overcome fears, struggles, and obstacles not quite common to regular people like us.

Sam and Ali have known each other all their lives, but they don’t really know each other. Despite being neighbors, the two have never spoken before.
Until one fateful day when Ali decides that she can’t take it any longer.
Ali is giving herself ten days to choose between life and death. And Sam just happens to know about this because he read her diary.
And continues to read it, day after day, dreading the time when Day Ten will finally arrive.
Sam wants, more than anything else, to show Ali that death is not the answer, that there are more reasons to live than to die. But he’s terrified that his worst nightmare will come true—that he won’t be able to save the girl he’s fallen so quickly and so treacherously in love with.

A Fallen One running from death,a human who loves her,a revenge-crazed fairy,and a God who will not give up.Add a little bit of love and magic to this mix and you have an epic story.

intriguing poems that cause the wheels in the mind to turn, and to see things through another persons eyes, most importantly to relate.

We've all had our hours of boredom and without a doubt have invested in ridiculous fantasies to spare ourselves the desperation. Though this short tale does not incorporate much on how this is, it gives a small insight into my unnamed narrator's mind.

“Ha! Not with this captain on board.” Nick joked back. He got out and with the help of the others, moved the cars enough to allow the truck to bypass the car jam. They continued down the freeway, free of impediments. There were no other cars; vacant. A strange occurrence that Nick ignored. He enjoyed driving at a high speed, something he couldn’t do on the busy city streets.