This is a collection of some old first drafts. I wrote them a while ago, and they are unedited. Contains: Flashbacks of a Fool (Historical Romance) Faethfully Yours: Awakening (Fantasy) I hope you enjoy them!

A collection of short stories that I wrote.

This is a guide for people who want to make their writing technically correct, or who want to know what to look for while proofreading.

" Even the flowers are lied to." __________________________________ After the tragic death of her Father, Calla and her mother move to Texas for a fresh start. Grieving, though her mother does not, Calla tries to make a home out of the ruins of her past one. Thus Calla is thrown into the bustling small town of Mineral Wells. There she meets new friends and starts a new life. But all too soon things become not so happy and inviting as they once were. Now Calla begins to see a mysterious girl at her every turn and even in her dreams. As she searches for answers to these new budding mysteries, she faces strange encounters that seem to shake up her social life ( something she's never really dealt with before). To add to the chaos, she must sift through her feeling for two boys who both seem hell bent on becoming apart of her life. Just when Calla thinks she can handle no more, a murder sends the whole town for a trip.Join Calla in this shocking paranormal thriller as she struggles to balance her social life and sanity all while trying to answer questions long buried in Forsaking Lilly.

I froze; the guard yelled, telling me to get a move on. The unearthly screeching sent all of us into shock, soon turning into fear. Some cried the moment they reached the door. I didn't know what was coming, but it'd be painful. “Next!” I was two kids away from the cold metal plated door. I closed my eyes, hearing a scream from behind the door. The girl in front of me started to cry. “Shut up!” A guard yelled, slapping her cheek. My eyes widened and I forced myself to swallow tears that threatened to fall. “Next!” My sore bare feet scraped across the dark tiled floor as I made my way forward while the next child went in. I wouldn't survive a slap to the cheek, no matter how strong I looked. “Next!” The girl in front of me quivered and shook, her fear obvious. I cringed away from the door as a laugh echoed in the next room. “Stand up straight!” The guard yelled at me. I didn't dare look him in the eyes, knowing I'd be hit like the last child that stared at him. “Next!” My skin crawled as the door opened...

It's Hailee Windor's 18th birthday. Part of a shooting, she dies on the evening of one of the biggest days of her life thus far. What she doesn't know when she wishes for one more chance to tell her best friend, Brent, that she loves him, is that she will have to wake up tomorrow. And it will be June 6th once again. And so will the next day. And the next day. And every single day after that. She loves Brent. But when Alex comes along, it all changes. Will her best friend win the battle for her heart, or will this handsome stranger steal victory from him? What would you do if you had one more day? Would you laugh louder, play longer, love deeper? Would you regret anything you did? Chose the last thing you say to someone wisely. Because you never know when it will truly be the last word. The day you die is one you never remember. But what if you were forced to never forget? Forced to have to relive every second of it for the rest of your life? Hailee made a wish that forced that burden on her, but could she be choosing her own self destruction by not saying three simple words? Her story is truly one you will never forget...

Still grieving his wife’s death, Sam Jenkins needs a mother for his children. He can't build his ranch and care for three precocious youngsters alone. Emma Witherspoon has accepted the fact that she will never have a husband and children of her own, but that doesn't ease the ache in her heart. When Emma makes Sam an offer he can’t refuse, neither of them can foresee the changes in their lives because of two little words – “I do.”

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'The Lost Boys is a story about the supernatural, about love, music and friendship. When Joey Gray first meets this strange mysterious boy who never leaves the cemetery, she never imagined her life would be turned upside down. Together they will have to deal with magic bounds, make a dangerous journey, fight a powerful enemy, and embark in the adventure of their life time.' The Lost Boys by Lilian Carmine, published by Random House, is available for sale on Amazon, Waterstones, WH Smith, The Book Depository, and many other online stores, in paperback and E-book format (Kindle, Epub, ITunes). Links to buy here: liliancarmine.wordpress.com/buy-the-book The Lost Boys Official Facebook page: www.facebook.com/JoeyandTheLostBoys Twitter: twitter.com/LilyCarmine Copyright © 2013 Lilian Carmine. Lilian Carmine has asserted her right to be identified as the author of this Work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner The Random House Group Limited Reg. No. 954009 Addresses for companies within the Random House Group can be found at: www.randomhouse.co.uk

Ian wished he hadn't given up smoking. He wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans. This was his first exhibition. Nine pieces of his soul hung on the walls of the small room. This was it. This was his chance, his dream come to life. He'd only sold a handful of paintings prior to this. If things went well tonight, he might never have to ask, "Do you want fries with that?" He might be able to appease the phone calls from bill collectors, at least for a little while. Everything felt like it was riding on the next few hours, like the gods of art and beauty were hovering above him with their cosmic dice. So far, all he'd seen were snake eyes. This is a short companion story to The Williamson Vampires Series, written and created by Juli E Hoffman