My moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the young birds, who carry the hearts of old souls. From a teenage girl who collects her thoughts and keeps them in the palms of her hand and lets them slip and dance all over her journal and keyboard. Soothing your midnight thoughts.

,,I was staring at her while she threw her long and blond hair back. I know, this is the mother of clichés. The geek stares at the popular blond haired girl, while she hides herself behind her locker. But you have to look closer, closer at the things that people want us to believe. There are cracks, cracks in the way she walks. Cracks in the way she laughs and talks. How her smile seems so bright and playful, almost contagious. Look closely and you'll see that she is tired and she really tries to make us believe that she is perfect. We fall in love with pretty things and we want to believe that they will always stay the way we want them to be, the way we want them to look. When a person like Shay Larson, the blond and popular girl and a person like Kennedy Schneider, the pink haired and crazy girl staring behind the locker, alias my humble self, have a little encounter...you can immediately tell who you would rather fuck with." Kennedy's life commutes between antidepressants, school and her wild emotions that lead her into trouble. But then there is her neighbor Evan. Evan that leans on his ledge, who reads for her till she falls asleep. Evan who drives her insane with his jokes, with his looks and with his mind. This could be a love story. But Kennedy and her life aren't meant to be ordinary.

[Completed] Elysia's life is turned upside-down when she's abducted by supernatural creatures with demonic eyes and threatening fangs. What's worse is she has no idea what it is they want from her, except that it has something to do with a side of her that she's never known. The chances of Elysia getting out alive are slim, but perhaps with a bit of luck and a lot of bravery she can escape with more than just her life. Excerpt: ''What trick is this?'' The creature asked, but it didn't sound like a vicious question. He sounded... confused. When I didn't answer, he appeared in front of me, snatching my face in his hand once more and growling. ''What is that on your back?'' ''I don't know,'' I blindly answered, but corrected myself quickly when his grip tightened dangerously, ''It's a birth mark, the doctors called it a... a Lichtenberg figure. My mother said I was born with it, I swear it, even though it's usually what happens when you survive being struck-'' ''-by lightning.'' All Rights Reserved © 2014 {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} Highest Ranking: Vampire #1, Teen Fiction #4 A Wattpad Featured Novel