J'eus pensée que j'étais écrivaine, quand en réalité j'étais fleuriste. Fleuriste de mon propre âme, Je l'arrosais avec des mots au lieu de l'eau. Et mes fleurs n'étaient guère des roses, non, Elles étaient des proses. [Deuxième recueil de textes après il germe mon esprit .] ©Copyright à JiHye-Sarah Roy, 2017. ©Copyright illustration de couverture à Emmanuelle Brin-Delisle.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

❝Do me a favor, Wynona Benoit: tell me that unselfish deeds exist. Be careful though, because I'll start to believe in the world again if you do.❞

you're gonna hate me after this.

about pastries and poetry. bitter and sugar-free.

"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.

"What was it like to witness the creation of the universe?" "Terrifying." When Atara, Merc, Cal and Lilith wake to darkness, they're each more than a little afraid. With no memory of who they were before, and with the universe bursting violently to life around them, they must work together to survive and to get home - wherever that may be. Because the longer they stay in this dark new world, the harder it is to do so. © 2015 by shayebay This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. All Rights Reserved Highest Rankings: #8 in Poetry; #20 in Science Fiction

Hannah Lasker is facing the most difficult decision of her life. Should she get the new immortality vaccine that will stop her body from aging? Or should she stand beside her boyfriend who can't afford the miracle cure? From innocent schoolyards of 1999 to the virtual environments of 2068, The Day I Wore Purple is a story about eternal love, devastating memories, and the impending technological takeover.

"Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell." -Kim Edwards Eleanor Morisette doesn't speak. She doesn't have an illness that causes it, and wasn't born mute; she just chooses not to talk. What reason is there to say words when no one's there to hear them? Instead, she expresses herself through the art of photography. Obsessed with the beauty in the world that overshadows her own problems, all she wants is to someday capture life to its fullest; without having to worry about her parents' declining love and the loneliness of being an outcast at school. But what happens when she accidentally takes a photo of a boy who she can't take her mind off? Will he be the one to open up her shell? Or will she continue wandering lost in her world of lonely magic?