John Smith is a normal high school professor at Cardiff High School. He has normal friends, a normal house, and he fancies Rose Tyler, his normal TA in his normal world history class. But he has a very abnormal secret. One he doesn't even know about. The Doctor is an alien time traveler, a superhero, and the last of his kind. Or so he thought... (A Doctor/Master fanfic. Kind of Doctor/Rose)

Ever feel like no one cares about you? Well, welcome to the average teenage life. Having to transfer schools sucks until you meet the right person, which for Ashely is Jesse Smith. But a lot of complications arise in their forbidden love. Ashely must learn to deal with her feelings for all 3 guys, before the accident happens. Now, with the help of her brother and her companions, Ashely struggles to find herself again (along with her feelings).

About life as a deaf adult, rejections and an ideal world. #nomorebullying

Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.

The murders started 354 years ago with an average man. Jaydlyn, a 25 year old author, and her best friend Amelia, a 25 year old actress, are sucked into the world of lust, anger, hurt, revenge, and murder. When did life get so complicated?

In the darkest corners of lower Manhattan, a battle like no other rages. The city is home to a hidden group of survivors of the nanite plague, and a brother and sister born to defend their race. With a touch that can destroy nanites, Lanni, sister of Alex, is their last chance. Can she save her brother? Can she protect mankind's only hope? Or will she be responsible for the destruction of the last humans on earth? It's going to be another long day....... Killing Tiffany Hudson was just the beginning, but there is so much more to the story surrounding Diane and Crane's meeting in post-apocalyptic Manhattan. Children of the Plague tells the story of the survivors in the city, including Diane and some new characters you'll want to meet.

Sadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.

It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.