Her eyes pulsed blood red, and the monster inside her wrangled its chains, crackling, craving, grinning with mad delight. And then it snapped. [ hiatus indefinitely ]

sort of a collection of all my non-book work; short stories, one shots, the like. [ongoing]

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.

Knowing is the name of the game. If you know enough, you can win. But what happens when you know too much? Niteo lives as a skillfull shadow, though it seems someone has caught a glimpse. Can she escape without revealing what she is? And save those she cares about at the same time?

delicate /ˈdɛlɪkət/ adjective easily broken or damaged; fragile. a collection of poems, written in the dead of night.

Destiny is not guaranteed. It is not written. It is earned. It is lived. Jade was born to fight, to protect, and to lead. She was born of a bloodline destined to bond with a wolf. It was her right. But as the years passed, and as more blood coughed over her lips, she was awakened to the thought that she was not what people wanted her to be. In a society ruled by tradition, Jade must forge her own destiny. But by doing so, she must break every rule she has ever known, she must leave behind everything she has loved. She must die to her past to find her future. ******THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEDITED. JUST LIKE ALL MY OTHER WORKS, PLEASE IGNORE ALL THE OBVIOUSLY HORRIBLE MISTAKES. THIS IS MY FIRST DRAFT.******

The Den is in mourning and itching for revenge. The word on street is Peter has a new friend and they are plotting. It looks like Chaos might be down for the count. But that doesn't mean their isn't havoc to create. It's been four months since the bombing of Shifters' Den. Shifters' Den has been on lock down. Absolutely, positively no humans are allowed to enter into the Den. There hasn't been a peep out of the Agents for the four months. No word has been released to the public if the infamous Chaos is actually dead, but no one has seen her either. Right now, everyone is holding their breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. And oh how that shoe falls hard.

Perhaps writing this book is procrastination in itself. But, at least, in doing so, I can help you. In this book, I'll be giving writing advice. No 5-page entries, just my advice in its most concise, blunt form. Enjoy.

Facial Hair Confuses Babies. One of a number of random observations from an unprepared, unreliable and neurodiverse parent. This ...er... thingy, diatribe, publication, list, call it what you will is a collection of odd thoughts, random observations and general rubbish from the sleep deprived and generally caffeine-infused brain of a slightly frazzled parent. As with most parents, I'm still growing up alongside my kids and have realised that often they're probably more mature than I am. More intelligent too. Make of it what you will... a paper aeroplane seems like a good idea.... fold here...

Nineteen years ago, a pandemic crossed the earth that killed every single cat in the world. Not one survived - but all of them bit someone before they died. The reason why was a mystery for about a year. It was at this time that the first bitten human had a child. But that child was only half human. The other half was feline. This phenomenon was occuring all over the planet, with more half cat kids every day as the bitten people started families. It has been decided that these "kats", with half the DNA, have only half the human reasoning as a normal human. Thus, to the world, they are no more than half-breed pets. They have no place in the world except to wear a collar at a full human's side. A small number of kats escaped, survived, and rebel against the new laws of man. But how could they possibly make it alive when the world is out to get them?