By Frances Hodgson Burnett

These poems have been raked from the rubbish pile and into the public eye. Written during my freshman year of high school, they're more fake than the girls who wear uggs in conjugation with yoga pants, lacking depth in many cases. Like the B Side of a record, these are my least favorite works.

Poems and Words. Some pretty, some not so pretty.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

After a night of partying, Kylie wakes up, confused and scared. She finds her mom dead, frantic phone calls, and the police say the only safety is A whole state away. Will she even survive the night? Or will the zombies make her their dinner.