Echo. How do you define the purpose of ones own voice. How do you define the difference between a good or bad echo? Perhaps we just know, but what if it was just a little bit more than that... Amara is a young black girl, born in the southern depths of Kibera the biggest slum in Africa; her father is dead and her mum gravely ill. But when forced to fend for herself, even hope is a luxury she can't afford. Money is the source of the modern life, so what if that source was cut, then what?

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

Mostly, pretty darn funny poetry!

Poems and stories of my invention from a bardic tradition Please enjoy at your leasure, My Lords and Ladies

The story of Red Riding Hood receives the fractured treatment in The Tale of Betty Boots. *** Be sure to check out the short film of this story after you've read it! *** UPDATE: Betty Boots has been added to the official @Wattpad "Twisted Classics" reading list! http://www.wattpad.com/list/118927527-twisted-classics Just in time for Halloween - enjoy :)

A steampunk fairy tale. It should have been a simple shakedown but when Charming's thugs trashed the Carnival and destroyed Cinders' beloved carousel she swore revenge. But what's a girl to do? With only the help of her Godmother and her ugly stepsisters, Cinderella will have to rely on her wits, her engineering skills and her assets.

#Wattys2014 Award Winner: This candid, heartfelt collection of essays addresses many of life's thorniest challenges. Whether you struggle with a perennially messy house, run away worrying, depression, an unhappy relationship, mega-stress or even the devastating loss of a loved one, give yourself the gift of The Power Of Rest. You'll find comfort, encouragement and inspiration here, and come away with a renewed appreciation of your own inner wisdom and innate desire for peace, gratitude and simplicity.

True love never ends. At least mine won't... Part memoir, part essay collection, Confessions of a Mormon Bride: Essays on Love and Mormonism, explores the intersections of love and faith as the author makes her way to the wedding alter, assumes the role of wife, and navigates motherhood.

Missing those good old days