At sixteen, could you run the world? Could you look after the food, the water, the electricity, the government... the children? Evie Ballentrae isn't equipped to deal with any of that. But like everyone else her age, she doesn't have a choice. 'The Fan and The Things That Hit It,' is the Part I of The Sleep. - "At first I thought it was a joke. Some sort of well-orchestrated, viral meme thing. An overly elaborate flash mob. But after a few hours it was serious, after a day it was scary, the weeks passed and it was terrifying, and now... Now we have to make some serious decisions about how to live, and more importantly, what to live for." -

[finished] "It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called life." -Terry Pratchett

-1997- Willow Monroe and Kennedy Danes have been best friends since drawings were assignments in school. They've been joined at the hip for years. They love riding bikes together, smiling for real, and laughing, even at the wrong times. Once their senior year of high school comes around, Kennedy becomes terminally ill. Though he has plans that don't involve sadness, he still needs to find a way to tell Willow he only has six more months to live. Willow and Kennedy can never say the word 'goodbye'. They have this agreement to say Hello up until their last time spent together. The sixteenth of August in the year of 1997 is when Willow and Kennedy say Hello for the last time. -2006- Nine years later finds Willow in the smallest hospital of Chicago, working as a registered nurse. There she meets Wyatt Blanquette, a curmudgeonly patient with untapped wisdom and heart, beneath a stony exterior. When they agree to be nice to each other instead of abundantly rude, Wyatt eventually shows the fact that he sees a light in Willow that cannot burn out. Everything changes once Wyatt reveals to Willow his heart-wrenching secret. Willow's thoughts bicker and she has to determine whether she should suppress the feelings she's afraid of reliving, or to let them be seen - with her heart wide open. #10 in General Fiction | hit the featured list

[A 2016 Wattpad Featured Story; A @Fright Featured Story] It takes one night for everything to change. One night of passion, one murder and three supermodels. JAMAICA is found dead with a bag of money in the hotel room she shares with Desiree. DESIREE, after a night of passionate sex with a stranger, returns to find Jamaica's lifeless body in her hotel room. KHAYE knows who did it but is too afraid to say anything. Overnight, Desiree and Khaye find themselves fighting for their lives and innocence. They discover the secret life Jamaica has been living in along with the people that hold more power than anyone they know. And whether they like it or not they have to embrace danger, sex, death and even love in their struggle for survival. With only the protection of two men who took them into their own dangerous lives, Desiree and Khaye have to allow themselves to be whisked into Jamaica's kaleidoscope world of the mad, bad and evil.

Dannie comes back to spend a month with her best friends for vacation and an upcoming wedding. Little does she know that she's coming back to confront her past and possibly a love long overdue. A story of pain, loss, forgiveness, friendship and love gives life to the characters we learned to love in this trilogy.

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

bal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1

***Inspired by the upcoming TV series event DIG on USA Network.*** ***Companion short story to two of my series, The Triumvirate Histories (completed) and The Forgotten Passages (completed).*** Lorraine Ellis was used to her father's stories - impossible stories about kings and pharaohs, pirates and sunken treasures, lost cities and forgotten peoples. And yet, somehow, they all turned out to be true. But the ruins of Seward House held something far more mysterious than she or her father ever imagined - a secret hidden for thousands of years - and they were about to be pulled right into the middle of it all.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.