I clenched the cold, metal, silver armrests of the chair. My heart was thumping louder than the sound of a thousand horses hooves during a stampede. My eyes were burning. Lumps were forming in my throat. I was doing my absolute best not to break down and start crying. My hands were shaking. My teeth were chattering. I took a deep breath with an effort to calm myself down. The pungent clean hospital aroma entered my nose. My hands wrapped around my legs, and I curled up into a small ball. I did the only thing I could. I took long deep breaths. I hoped and prayed. "God, please make my parents be okay, I'll do anything." I couldn't help the tears that came rolling out of my eyes after that. It was hard to believe that I had no control over this situation. I had no control over my parents' survival. The only thing I could do was hope. Only a few hours ago, we were the ideal perfect family, eating breakfast around our round table. We were happy, I wold give anything to turn back time, to go back to that beautiful time. Now, every time I saw a family rejoice or welcome a new baby, I would get jealous. I wanted to feel my mother's touch, to hear my fathers laugh. We were sitting in our minivan, going to the county fair. My mother was in the front seat, my dad was driving. I was sitting in the back. Taylor Swift's "Never Grow Up" played through the car's speakers. My mother was telling stories of when I was young. My father was telling jokes. We were laughing, smiling, carefree. We were blind to the fact that the driver behind us would take all of that joy away in the next moment. He swerved left to right. He sped up and smashed against the side of our van. Shattered glass flew everywhere, scraping my legs. My mother yelled, "Honey, are you.." She abruptly paused. "MOM," I screamed. No answer. "DAD,"I yelled. No answer. My mother's eyes were closed. My father's eyes were lifeless staring straight ahead. I shook them. "MOM, DAD, SAY SOMETHING, I LOVE YOU!" No answer.

"I used to stare up at the sky trying to see where the snowflakes were born. I could do it for hours. Well, minutes. But it was always the waiting that was the most fun." -Alaska. Life isn't a bed of roses. Though it can be a wall of snowflakes. Easy to stack, ruin shape and melt. But some can preserve it, show its worth and collect what is needed. One thing is required though, 'Correct View with Patience' to prevent it from becoming a mass of irregular snow. Ups and downs are a must on the rocky road of this journey but if one has a good snowflake in hand, anything can be accomplished. ☆ ₩ho says there will never be a Snowflake which you might never forget ♢ _______________ Copyrights The novel is currently unedited but completed. Enjoy!

This One-Part Story Collection contains: 1) Simplicity in it's Own 2) Embarrassing Moments 3) The Perfect Escape 4) Reality of Blood 5) Sweets 6) Memories 7) Feelings 8) Living 9) Sincerely 10) Guilty Within 11) 2020 12) The Night (Soon) 13) Almond (Very Soon) 14) Friends (Soon) ☆ Astoundingly Surrounding. _________________ A collection of some short stories I initially wrote for 'Story of the Week' in Habbo Hotel so I decided to put them here as well. Don't take them light, they did steal the spotlight : )

Life is full of challenges, some easier than others. One day, Life comes up with a challenge for Peyton Brooks, a 'normal' and slightly (okay, maybe very) boring girl. Life bet that he could find 100 reasons to cry before she could find 1000 reasons to smile. At first Peyton thought this was going to be a piece of cake, but then she realized that she didn't like cake: in other words, the bet was starting to seem impossible. But, Peyton was yet to learn that nothing can be taken for granted; there are many things to smile about, you just have to open your eyes big enough to see the small things in life. Amazing cover by @foreverballoon !!!!