Order within the Alliance has always been impeccable when present. Which is, of course, all the time. But when the flawless system takes on a whole new perspective through what the students of the Third County assume to be simply cognitive thinking tests, a new age rises. A new age, which will bring more advancements and technologies, but possibly disruption. Possibly. Nova Almong has never excelled at cognitive thinking, being sandwiched in the middle of her County's intellect levels. But what surprises everyone is that she passes--with flying colors. As Nova is taken into a new world, she learns information and skills beyond her prior knowledge. Though thoroughly convinced that she is nothing special, she struggles to keep up with the others--and accidentally shuts down her virtual utopia of a country--for good. As the people of the Alliance struggle to survive, they finally receive a taste of danger, survival, flaw; and most importantly, reality. ~ Highest: #374 in Sci-Fi [rewriting/revising]

All is fair in love and war. But what if they're the same thing? On opposite sides of a war that has plagued the Earth for many years, two young people find themselves thrown into a world where even the most strong willed question what they're fighting for. Eva finds herself held captive by the Northerners, the same people who made her watch as they murdered her family and forced her as prisoner for many years. She trusts no-one as she plots her escape, awaiting her chance to get revenge. Aiden has known nothing but blood and violence. Brought up in a world where there is no room for mercy and compassion, he finds himself confused at the emotions he feels for a certain brown eyed prisoner. But war is no place for love. Can they escape the clutches of reality or will they be forced to play their roles in the battle that had long begun.

This is an autobiography about my struggles with addiction and mental illness. I don't really expect many people to read it, but to those of you who do, I'd like to say thank you in advance and I hope you can somehow take comfort and relate to me. People are people, and they all go through shit. This is the beginning of my story, and the rest is still unwritten.

In the beginning, there was nothing. And it was then, in midst of emptiness that God created the heavens and the Earth. All you see, all you don't see. In seven days, everything down to the very last detail was finished. So, on the seventh day, God ended his work and rested, blessing and sanctifying the day. No. To be more exact, that is simply what is mentioned in the only human record of the Days of Creation. To start with, there were never seven days. There were eight. Proud of his divine creation, on the eighth-day God concluded: "Let us make the end to everything and all." That was when, out of an emptiness of nothing, we were created. A male and a female blessed with senses far greater than any other, on the purpose to protect and watch over the human race. And like that, we watched over Adam and Eve from far away yet closer than any other animal. Watched the capability of their love. Watched the fragility of their strength. Watched as their mortal temptation led to sin, and that same way, we pitied them as they were punished and cast out of the Garden of Eden. And thus, we committed our greatest sin. Led by the belief in humanity, we interfered by defying God and because of that, judgment was set upon us too. To live forever. Never being able to bear children. To live like leeches of the blood of those we so much believed in.

Three sisters. Three fates. One prophecy. The Preston Sisters must decipher the Shadow Prophecy in time, or all will be lost. Gwendolyn can't believe her ears. Her mother, Evelyn, is lying on her death bed and telling her that she is a witch. A royal one at that. Evelyn goes on to say that she will be dead within the next day, and the spell she has woven around Gwendolyn and her sisters to bind their powers will be broken, and she will come into her powers, and her curse. As if that is not enough, her mother also informs her of the part of the prophecy she was able to decipher. Gwendolyn has a soulmate and their union helps decide the outcome of the two-pronged prophecy. One problem. She has not met him yet, and does not know if she wants to. Her luck with men has been awful her whole twenty-two years of life. Will Gwendolyn let her walls down in time to find her soulmate and help fulfill the prophecy?