Star Child - an autobiography
honestly just a get to know me book ! full of random silliness :) do you love the cover? i LOVE the cover !!! i made it!!! i'm so proud of it!!
honestly just a get to know me book ! full of random silliness :) do you love the cover? i LOVE the cover !!! i made it!!! i'm so proud of it!!
In Three Times a Victim: Living Under the Shadow of Toxic Shame, the author shares a deeply personal and harrowing journey through layers of injustice-first as a victim of a traumatic assault, then as the accused in a cruel reversal of truth, and finally as a casualty of a justice system riddled with gender bias and s...
This is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other tragic and traumatic events that began in late July of 2000 - so some poems are about love and others about the loss of that love. This is my autobiography in poetry form. I had fallen totally and completely, madly in love with Lynn Denise Krupey...
My stepdad is a wrecker driver. We woke up at 2 in the morning to drive from Texarkana, Arkansas all the way to Kansas City, Missouri. We couldn't get out and go places. So all the pictures in this book are from me taking pictures in the backseat. Hope you enjoy!
Mary has just witnessed something horrible. Something she could never begin to cope with; something that she caused, or perhaps committed...
This story was told to me by an older friend many years ago. He has since disappeared. As far as I know, this extraordinary tale is accurate. I even have a picture with evidence of proof that I'll share with you at the end. The name I use in the story, Gregg Richards, is not his real name and is the only thing I chang...
"Miss Midnight, you got a sexy little nurse outfit in the back for me?" I glared at him as he started stalking towards me. "Fuck off, Thylus." Qucik, this guy is quick! In an instant his giant long arm helped bridge the gap between us, his hand around my neck in a second. Eyes wide, I grabbed his hand trying to loosen...
David had never given much thought to Karla when she was alive. She had been pretty but plain; boring bordering on strange. Just another classmate haunting his high school's hallways. But after she died she became his obsession. Now she came to his window every night, wearing only what he had dreamed of her wearing th...