Jonathan, a teenage boy, becomes curious about his neighbor. She had only moved in five months ago out of no where, and already, she has intrigued the young man. Every 7th of the month, She leaves her home dressed completely different from her usual wear with not even a hint at where she leaves to. So, finally, Jonathan takes on the role of being a detective and follows her. What he finds leaves him to wonder if she is crazy...or sweet.... or maybe both.

A short story about enjoying the day God granted you instead of worrying about tomorrow or regretting past mistakes.

If you had a chance to go back and relive a memory, would you take it? Even if nothing would change in the present, would you still go back in time for that one day? Maybe to see a love one for the last time, or to just simply see what would have happened if you had done something or hadn't done something. Jen still grieves over her best friend's death that happened four years ago. On the birthday she used to share with Shanda, Jen makes a simple wish on her birthday cupcake. -I wish that I had one more day to spend with Shanda. I wish I had the chance to say one more goodbye.- The next morning, she wakes up sixteen years old. She finds a note that explains that she has this one more chance to say on more goodbye to her once considered sister. So Jen has the chance to relive her best and worst day ever. How will it go? Will it be worth loosing her best friend again, or will it only worsen Jen's sorrow?

Tacia, a slave, is horrified by the happenings of her fellow slave and only friend, and takes off running with a younger slave. However, the world she ran away from is nothing like the world she runs into even though they are magically connected. This world she is forced into rests on her shoulders and contains everything beyond her dreams and holds dangers that she didn't think could happen to her. With each move, Tacia is risking not only her life but the lives of the few willing to help. Will she find her journey worth while, or regret the first step?

Even when you feel like everything is falling apart, there is still a spark of hope.

This is the music I listen to when I'm upset. =) I hope that these songs help you as much as they help me. God bless. @~

Songs of my ever changing feelings, and my way of expressing myself. Whether it be a praise song, love song, sad song, or whatever, it is me. Sometimes I get an idea from someone else, but usually the lyrics are completely me. =) On some occassions, there will be someone helping me, and I will be sure to give them credit. God bless! @~

Ok, this is my first actual thing that could be considered a poem. Not my best, but I like it. It is about how some may see their room as a prison or as an escape. Some may consider it lame... but ah well... =) @~