At 27 years, Mick Hardy would call himself a happy man. He had a roof over his head, jobs to pay the bills, good friends and he was in love. He was content with his life in his hometown of Arcadia, where the blue suns were gentle, meteor showers were limited to Fridays, and Watchers stood guard around the town to protect them from anything that would try to break their peace. Things start to strain when Mick finds his boyfriend, Gabriel, spending less and less time at home, and more time with his work and his night class. And when he discovers a terrible secret in City Hall about the periodical Ascensions, he finds himself in the middle of a plot where everything he's ever believed in is thrown to dust and he could lose everything that he cares for.

Many people know what loss is like. It can come sudden like a storm or silent like a cloud, but either way it envelops you whole. Foggy vision. Cold skin. Confusion confused loss lost. Alone. Now, a year on from her death, we are down by the jetty. Candles are sent into the sea, a message is found and a promise made, in a story concerning two people, a ghost and the ocean.

**INCLUDES WATTPAD SCHOLARSHIP WINNING ENTRY** land of stories, poetry, and competition entries that don't deserve their own book.

He is darkness. He is demon. She is light. She is savior. When the demon saves the savior, a pattern unfolds and a story unwinds, and the whole world waits with baited breath as every step seems to mirror the first. Because in the first story, everyone died.

for short stories, poems, or other ideas that have gotten away from me. [#127 poetry, #258 short story]