What's even the point of writing if ChatGPT can do it better and faster? This is one of the most discouraging thoughts that has plagued my mind...and that of other authors and storytellers alike. Nevertheless, writing - including poetry - has been a therapy for me since childhood. I truly hope there will be a purpose to writing for all future generations, because humanity will always be touched with emotion in ways AI software programs and robots can only simulate. After a rather long break from Wattpad and writing in general, I have returned to present several poems I have written throughout my life. My goal is to update this periodically, and hopefully with the occasional life update and greeting. I know my poems aren't perfect. They reflect my terrible English vocabulary and limited understanding of poetic devices. The funny thing is that I'm also really, really proud I wrote them. I think it's amazing that my poems deviate from traditional, predictable rhyming patterns. It's amazing that they're imperfect and written by a simple human, rather than a computer output from a lazy ChatGPT prompt. I hope you, as a human (?) reader, can appreciate all of this...and enjoy the poems that came from my heart. (Take that, ChatGPT!) And with that...goodbye, random person on the internet I likely will never meet...hope you have an awesome day. Everything's going to be alright.

this is a picture album of my parakeets Della and Frank they are named after my aunt and uncle.

After losing his wife and child during childbirth, Thomas finds himself plunged into a darkness so deep that not even faith can penetrate it. The pain is silent, the grief is cruel, and the world seems to have stopped turning. He no longer believes in miracles. He no longer believes in God. Until he meets Noemi. She knows pain too. She lost her husband and only son-but never lost her faith. On the contrary, her sorrow shaped her, and today she is a refuge for those who no longer know where to rest their hearts. Two broken souls. An unlikely encounter. A thread of hope sent from heaven. Amid bleeding memories, prayers that seem to go unheard, and a faith that longs to be rekindled, A Gift from Heaven is a story about new beginnings, healing, and the kind of love that only grows where everything once seemed lost.

Sophie Foster has decided to test her friends' loyalty. She has recruited the help of Magnate Leto (Mr. Forkle), The Council, The Collective and her parents. She has recently manifested as a Mesmer but only the people helping her in this 'mission' know about it and is now an amazing Polyglot. This endeavor brings a deep, dark truth about the Black Swan and the Neverseen to light. Will Sophie understand the dangers that could come with this truth? Or will she never realize who the real "bad guys" are? This story is a fanfiction based off of Keeper of the Lost Cities. There are a lot of changes that have been made to the plot of the Kotlc series in this, so if you do not wish to read it then please don't. Thank you. All rights reserved. Character rights to Shannon Messenger Plot rights to MsCrystal123 (Me) All pictures used rights to respective creators.

In this book I am going to make characters from Percy Jackson and The Olympians, The Heroes of Olympus, and The Trials of Apollo react to EPIC the Musical. As simple as that. But there might be some special guests!