They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, but what happens when life takes away your ability to make lemonade? *** Jenna, a young woman brought up in an abusive family, struggles to take care of her younger sister and her ungrateful mother in the heart of poverty. When things become unbearable, she moves to the city in search of a better life. Will she succeed?

The smell of wet earth always made Amina think of the fields where she used to play with Bashir. They had been no more than children when her father agreed she would marry him. She had been ten, he twelve, the son of Alhaji Musa, a man whose word in the village carried more weight than the chief's. The arrangement was not about love; it was about the debt that had chained her father's pride for years. "You will be safe with Bashir," her mother had whispered that night, her voice a mix of reassurance and resignation. Safe. That word would take on strange meanings in the years to come.

From the moment I woke up, I was just a six-year-old girl trapped in a nightmare that straddles memory, fear, and the impossible. Alone in a world that is at once familiar and alien, fleeing from shadowy cloaked figures through streets of my life-each corner twisting into a different city, a different holiday, and a distorted version of my memories. Fireworks sparkle in Riverside, Christmas lights flicker on my grandmother's Hawthorne CA, Thanksgiving lanterns cast shadows in Nampa, and pastel Easter eggs glow in Mesa-each town stripped of color except for its decorations, each accompanied by a faint, warped holiday melody that shifts with every creeping shadow. The surreal maze blurs time and place, leaving me disoriented, terrified, and utterly alone. At the journey's end, a towering figure in crimson appears, horns curling through shadow and heat pressing against my flesh. His whispered words- "Last one"-linger in my bones as I jolt awake, unsure what is real, certain only that the dream has left an indelible mark on my soul. "Last One" is a sensory, cinematic descent into a child's recurring nightmare-a story of isolation, distorted memories, and the inescapable pull of fear.

People will tell you writing is hard. That's a load of crap. Anyone with a pencil can scrawl a line of graphite across a page and call themselves a writer. Does that mean anyone can be an author? No. Only people who are willing to sacrifice their time and energy will cross the line that transforms an adjective (writing) into a noun (author). What's so effing hard about it? Joining one word to the next in such a way that it draws the reader through your story, evokes their primal emotions, and leaves them satisfied is a process not unlike walking on freshly scattered Legos. The necessary skill takes practice, time, effort, persistence, and a set of standards that reaches beyond the scope of your average layperson. The effort shakes your ego like a dog with a chew toy. It's the curse and the glory of the writer. In the beginning, every story is bad and stupid and the first part of improving it is recognizing how far you still have to go. That's the deepest, darkest secret to nailing down this writing stuff: knowing when it sucks, and sticking with it until it doesn't. Will you find solutions within these pages? No. I am not a brilliant author who can give you a step-by-step plan to improve your skill, but if you want to learn to write with competence and you're trying to figure out how to start I can set you on the path. I know this because I'm on it too. I know it's the right one because my standards are growing faster than my skill. Step inside for a very candid, very blunt look at becoming a better writer, and I promise you, I virtually guarantee, that you will improve at least a little, and all you have to do is invest the time it takes to consider my words and intelligently apply them.

The Whistle Next Door Description Annie never expected campus life to be this exciting. Living with her sister gave her a glimpse into a world of freedom, laughter, and young love. But one mystery kept her awake at night-the boy next door. She only knew him by the sound of his midnight whistle and the flash of the camera he carried everywhere. When their paths finally cross, Annie discovers a smile she can't forget... and eyes that seem to see right through her. But love in campus is never simple-between secrets, choices, and the risk of heartbreak, Annie must decide if she's ready to let her heart be captured. Is the boy with the camera her first true love-or just another passing story?

The Prequel to Stuck in the Middle A warm yet bittersweet tale set in rural Georgia. Southern Sunlight follows young Emily as she navigates the joys and struggles of her childhood. Growing up in a modest home with her hardworking yet troubled parents, Emily finds comfort in simple pleasures-long summer days, friendly neighbors, and the love of a mother doing her best. But as she comes of age, she begins to see the cracks in her world, forcing her to confront the realities of loss, hardship, and the passage of time. A story of resilience, belonging, and the fleeting magic of childhood, Southern Sunlight shines with the glow of love and the shadows of heartbreak.

Abandoned to the world and brutalized by those who should have cared, a middle-aged man found his only solace in the quiet heart of the woods. One day, with nothing left to lose, he surrendered to the forest, walking aimlessly with the intention of never returning. It was there, in a secluded Garden of the Forest, that his deepest, most desperate wish-a life of love and belonging

As a magical horde storms their virtual sanctuary and throws human existence into chaos, a gifted young mechanic emerges from the ashes. He gathers a band of determined allies, and together, they evolve into a formidable force. Armed with the power of invention and logic, they wage a high-tech war against sorcery itself in a heroic saga to defend justice and safeguard peace.

Synopsis At four years old, Katarina's life was torn apart in an instant-the night her family's van plunged off a bridge, taking her mother, brother, and unborn sibling with it. She survived, but only in the stillness of a twenty-year coma. While her body lay sleeping, her mind built a world-filled with love, with a boy named Cay, and with the promise of a future that felt more real than dreams. When she finally awakens, Katarina is forced into a reality that no longer fits. Her father, Atries, has aged under the weight of grief, waiting faithfully for the daughter he thought he had lost. The world has moved on without her, and the family she remembers exists only in memory. Worse still, Cay-the boy she loved in her dream-is unknown to anyone else. As Katarina struggles to separate illusion from truth, she discovers that what she lived in her coma was not entirely imagined: she carries a child conceived in that other world. Torn between despair and fragile hope, Katarina begins a journey of healing, identity, and love-one that blurs the boundary between what is real and what is eternal. Her story is one of loss and rebirth, of the fragile threads binding dream to life, and of the mirror that reflects not just who we are, but who we might become.

Four hapless college roommates decide to hire a cleaning lady. When a beautiful young woman shows up, hilarity ensues. --- It chick lit from a male POV. It's trash... but then you keep reading and you're like: wait.. is this kinda good? It's pretty funny. You will likely laugh at some point. If you're thinking you've seen this story before, you may have seen it on my throwaway account... but I've decided I don't mind associating myself with this story after all. So here it is on my main. (The only feedback I'm looking for on this story will be in the form of praise as it is something I don't actually tale seriously at all lol. )