Five Elements. One school. In a world unknown to man, there is a place called Dimicel. Each person who lives here controls one of the five elements- air, fire, earth, animal, and water. 300 years ago Dimicel was ravaged by war, but now is a thriving and successful civilization. From ages 11 to 18, every child must attend Dimicel's School for Elements, where students live during the school year and go home for the summer. Ramaya Naciat, an air element going into her fourth year of schooling, is expecting yet another boring, typical two semesters. She brings with her only a suitcase, her wits, and her strength (oh, and her little sister). The year unravels much differently than ones past, and Ramaya, her sister, and her friends will be tested, share laughs, shed tears, fall in love, and discover things hidden since times of war. But one thing's for certain. It will be one unforgettable year. -~- WARNING: this is a very raw piece of writing that combines four years of writing and many plot discrepancies. Read at your own risk, but the writing and plot does improve gradually. Written collaboratively by Wien and Megan(purplepuppy202 and megamoo68)

This will be a small book to let you know what I am gonna do and how I am gonna do it. I also want to say that I suck at my writing but I try my best and I am trying to improve.

Hey, it's me again. Yes, Tide, the one and only Double Elemental. Even among the freaks I'm a freak. How fun. But enough about that. I'm a little busy trying to save the world from a genocidal woman who may or may not still be alive. I'm not entirely sure. So, because I have an unfortunate sense of morality, I am leaving the the peaceful beaches of Hawaii to travel to Russia and save the world from the above mentioned genocidal woman. Yay me. (Sequel to The Elementals) [Fantasy #5]

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.