Frankie Hagan is sick of love. Stuck in a world filled with best friends that are "all in", she can't find a decent reason to fall back into misery. Claiming she isn't bitter over her breakup, she agrees to keep an open heart for 60 days and go on 30 dates. Still a cynic, Frankie doesn't think things would ever change for her. But she's in for a sweet contradiction.

This is just a little collection of poems and words that flow from pen to this virtual form of a dead tree in order to stem the passion that's bursting inside me.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"

[A Sherlock Fan-Fiction] At 16, being a genius (and not to mention a highly-functioning sociopath) isn't all that easy. But Sherlock Holmes gets by, solving trivial dilemmas in and around school and managing to irritate nearly all of the teachers and students with his brilliant but sometimes invasive deductions. But after years of solving nothing but 'Who-stole-my-girlfriend?'s and 'Does-he-have-a-crush-on-me?'s, Sherlock finds himself in an awful, mind-bogglingly frustrating state of boredom. Until a dead body is found in the school courtyard one frosty autumnal morning. A shocking, tragic death? A heart-breaking loss of life? No. To Sherlock... "Ah, it's Christmas!"