Spanish for "because I am artistic." And it's an "a" at the end of Artistica because I'm a female and you have to change the ending depending on if you're masculine or feminine and if you are using certain words. You've now had your Spanish lesson for today... Not really because it was extremely brief and probably doesn't make sense... I'm just having fun okay? This is just one of those whatever, I'm having fun books..... yeah.

[Immune-ish Series, Book 2] After Xander's town has all become infected, Eva must find somewhere else to go, a place where people will accept her for the monster she's become the way Xander did. But venturing into the forest can prove dangerous, especially with an empty stomach.

A small collection of thoughts, some of which could be considered poems.

Lindsey is an average girl. Aside from her sense of humor she's complete ordinary. But that soon changes when she goes on a walk one Sunday morning. She finds a strange coin and decides to take it back to her house. Unbeknownst to her, it belongs to a powerful demon, who now wants to kill her for taking his possession. But the demon that wants to hurt her is isn't the one she thought it was.

Life has its ups and down. Some are the best and others the worst. Ups and downs are good. Despite on of awful it was. Without the ups we wouldn't enjoy life. Without the downs we wouldn't get experience. Ups and downs can be bad. Gives us memories of horrible things. Makes us cry when we reflect on them. Don't let the downs control your life. Don't let them define who you are. Don't let them bring you down in a black obesis. Most importantly don't let them hurt you, turn them into an experience, to help others. Who are also hurting. Do let the happiness come. Let it surround you with joy. Let it replace painful memories with happy memories. But don't do drugs to get your happiness. Let you friends and families give you joy. Ups and downs are needed for life. Use them for good, and not for bad. Be yourself, ignore the black hole, ignore depression. Be yourself the right people will stick with you. And rember who you are, rember your strengths and weaknesses, for they Build you up.

Poems that I wrote and other poems I found.

Everyone has found their destiny. The world is perfect but time is crumbling. If it crumbles to nothing everyone's memories will be erased and the entire population of the planet will go into an endless war.

Book of Poetry