“B, you didn’t forget what you have to do, do go down there?”
I didn’t answer. I knew very well what I had to do- what we had to do.
“I just hope you’re up to die. Again.”
Reaper + star-crossed love + hell + demons vs angels + dirty not-so-little secrets = Blake Heart's Life. Enjoy.
Short story about daughter's pre-school graduation.
A girl gets heart broken but the boy does eveything he can to get her back and they start a family
Poems revolving around the winter season, emanating with themes brisk and frosty, spill from the pages within.
Ha. You'd think that hundreds of years into the future would be the place to be, right? Flying cars, robots feeding you gourmet dinners, mind control, etc. No, there are no flying cars and mind control. More like robots. Just goddamn robots. They're the people born without any emotions, and for most of my life so far, I thought I was one of them. Until James Rodney came into the picture and muddled my perfect robotic world up, and named me an "Outcast".
Outcasts are perceived as dangerous. We're the baddest of the bad, greatest of the great, evilest of the evil. That's why they plant correctional institutes all over the world to make us better--to make us what they think is normal again--to turn us back into robots. I've been warned not to stay around James. A voice in the back of my head reminds me all the time. But who can attempt to stay away from someone that broken? I'm letting him ruin my life, and I guess I'm okay with that.
here is a rough draft I will edit and put it together better later. It is about a girl who feels like noone cares.
Stories of a battle that can't be won, the moment when panic sets in, and learning what a real life romance is all about.
Tongue-in-cheek and straight-up humor.
Al Qaeda has moved their forces to Packastan and it is up to 1st sergant Miller to stop them.However he gets tied up with other problem and pretty soon he is in a race to save Earth.
To the good ones with dark wishes and the cast-outs with good intentions. The perfectionists with flaws, and to the flawed that are perfect-souled. This is a story where lines are crossed in "The Crash Years."
“B, you didn’t forget what you have to do, do go down there?”
I didn’t answer. I knew very well what I had to do- what we had to do.
“I just hope you’re up to die. Again.”
Reaper + star-crossed love + hell + demons vs angels + dirty not-so-little secrets = Blake Heart's Life. Enjoy.
Short story about daughter's pre-school graduation.
A girl gets heart broken but the boy does eveything he can to get her back and they start a family
Poems revolving around the winter season, emanating with themes brisk and frosty, spill from the pages within.
Ha. You'd think that hundreds of years into the future would be the place to be, right? Flying cars, robots feeding you gourmet dinners, mind control, etc. No, there are no flying cars and mind control. More like robots. Just goddamn robots. They're the people born without any emotions, and for most of my life so far, I thought I was one of them. Until James Rodney came into the picture and muddled my perfect robotic world up, and named me an "Outcast".
Outcasts are perceived as dangerous. We're the baddest of the bad, greatest of the great, evilest of the evil. That's why they plant correctional institutes all over the world to make us better--to make us what they think is normal again--to turn us back into robots. I've been warned not to stay around James. A voice in the back of my head reminds me all the time. But who can attempt to stay away from someone that broken? I'm letting him ruin my life, and I guess I'm okay with that.
here is a rough draft I will edit and put it together better later. It is about a girl who feels like noone cares.
Stories of a battle that can't be won, the moment when panic sets in, and learning what a real life romance is all about.
Tongue-in-cheek and straight-up humor.
Al Qaeda has moved their forces to Packastan and it is up to 1st sergant Miller to stop them.However he gets tied up with other problem and pretty soon he is in a race to save Earth.
To the good ones with dark wishes and the cast-outs with good intentions. The perfectionists with flaws, and to the flawed that are perfect-souled. This is a story where lines are crossed in "The Crash Years."