Sara is the temperamental, quick-to-judge daughter of an upstanding Protestant family in the countryside of Cologne. To her, the war has always seemed a far-away nuisance. That is, until a warm night in the summer of 1944, when a jarring dose of reality is dumped upon their doorstep: young, fraught, and Jewish. Enter Benjamin Jastrow, the child of an old family friend and the new and indefinite resident of the Fleischers' attic. He is violently shy, coping with various stages of post-traumatic stress, and can hardly form a sentence without stammering—a nearly perfect opposite of the blustering Sara, who positively abhors his presence in her home. But for better or worse, they are the most important people in each others lives, and everything they thought they understood of their world will soon change forever.

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They met on the Trivandrum Mail. They rediscovered love on the Trivandrum Mail. Fourteen years have passed - they have changed. But the Trivandrum Mail hasn't.

"We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica. We can go where you want, say the word and I'll take ya. But I'd rather stay on the sofa, with you." Summer time means vacation; three months of new discoveries, thrilling adventures, wrinkled maps to be pried open, and gorgeous foreign countries to explore. When Kira Walker is left defeated by the fact that she won't be going anywhere extravagant for her summer vacation for the umpteenth time out of her seventeen years of existence, her best friend, Xander Harrison and his remarkable talent with words just might save the day. Through Xander's beautifully crafted tales, the pair embark on adventures which evolve around unique encounters and quite a few mishaps. Kira and Xander find solace with each other’s company as they voyage the world through the remarkable power of words from a faded old sofa. Cover credit; morstan

Inferior and Subservient. That's the words they used over 3,000 years ago when asked to describe a woman; well, reader, let me tell you that things have changed quite a bit. Enter a worldwide revolution, 3,000 years of judgment, and two rebellious girls whose lives were forced together by a twist of fate. When men are nothing and women are everything, will two unlikely heroines be able to fight against it all and save the endangered species of man? This entire series, characters, storyline, plot, fan fictions and idea are mine; please don't copy them. All rights reserved.

A beech tree stands creaking, groaning, but never moving. Even when the wind blows, the branches do not stir. It is barren of leaves, all days of the year. Some say it once was alive, that it basked viridian in the spring, offered shade in the summer, and had leaves that turned to warm copper in the fall. But it has changed over the years. It was given a new purpose, a new name. The Whipping Tree.

A brief poetry anthology. This collection was a Showcase Finalists in the Atty Awards. Quaternion: "I Knew a Girl with Winter in her Eyes" Ode: "Chicory & Lace" Rhyme Royal: "Le Premier" Nonnet: "When Birds Fly Together" Recueillement: "Overgrowth" Free Verse: "Seven Years" Rhyming Couplets: "I Speak Fluent Poetry" Haiku 5-7-5: "I only saw the blue in the Rainbow" Rhyming Octonaries: "Weep for me at Midnight Noon" Monostich: "Close" Enjambment: "Empty Packages"

Olivia Anderson is labelled a murderer, even before she sets foot out of the hospital. Remembering nothing of the incidents leading up to the death of Laney Carter, she sets out to unravel her mind. But with people anticipating her every move, and mysterious letters from someone known only as 'Red', she's in for a tough ride. Note: this story is complete.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

[Camp Nanowrimo Project] They watched him grow up from the gaps in the floorboards. They waited for his dreams to die and his hope to wither. They fed on his dying childhood. They. The monsters.