I will always adore you and our little talks, for my heart is yours.

Dear Reader, Miviram, the kingdom of dance. The kingdom of literature...poetry and expression. The kingdom of music. The home to the artistic, to the unique, to the free. A kingdom run by the people. Then DeStefani came into power. The first Statute of Miviram outlawed all poetry. The second Statute of Miviram outlawed all singing. The third Statute of Miviram outlawed music and expression all together. The Restrictions, as the three laws are called by our people, became the downfall of Miviramian culture. My entire Kingdom...robbed of its voice. As a child I was always told that you cannot start a song without someone opening their mouth. I am Cordetta. I am fifteen years old. And I will give Miviram a voice again. With Love, Cordetta ***** This is my entry to the Young Writer Short Story Competition. The theme was Rebellion and I hope you guys like it. Please vote! And if you like this story, dive into my other (longer) books http://www.wattpad.com/story/12707820-my-dad%27s-name-is-jesus-christ http://www.wattpad.com/story/10906502-ghetto-santa

Picture this: You enter the mall with your friends. As you're making your way to buy a strawberry smoothie, you notice something more delicious walking right towards you. As he comes closer, he gives you a heart stopping smirk then takes you by surprise. He pulls you into a headlock, jabs a gun in your temple, then runs away with you. As I uncover why this mysterious model kidnapped me, I find myself tackling, punching, hugging, and watching Disney movies with him. Call me reckless, but something about this troubled kidnapper is quite intriguing yet heartbreaking. Find out if I, Skylar Scrowbar, end up dead in a ditch somewhere, or end up helplessly falling in love with my sexy kidnapper.

Death cannot be overcome. It is a pattern, it has a meaning, and it has been forethought for centuries. When Ariah, the Imiagon goddess, became deity, everything changed. She kills innocent people every day—and is spreading her reign to other planets. The souls of every body she destroys travels to the Stronghold of Shattered Souls where they are trapped and tormented. Anelle Irani. Jasith Volright. Zede Colwitt. Arch Sariel. Johny Macer. Prava Amalado. Those are our names. We are part of the prophecy foreseen by the Elder Shad from the planet Imiagon. We are immortal and are able to overcome death and escape Ariah’s grasp. Our purpose is to defeat Ariah, restore the demolished thrones, and release the tortured souls into Essear where they rightfully belong. There they are put to rest. If we defeat Ariah, we no longer will be immortal. It is a small sacrifice to pay for bringing justice to Imiagon, but we are willing to give up anything to make Imiagon a better planet. My name is Zede Colwitt and I am Chosen.