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》A collection of poems, mostly romance 》Highest Ranking # 35 in poetry -- 7/18/2017 》Highest Ranking # 41 in poetry -- 7/17/2017 》Highest Ranking #47 in poetry --7/15/2017 》Highest Ranking #60 in Poetry --7/14/2017 ---------- We all get bored. And sometimes, when you're bored, and when nothing occupies your thoughts, sudden memories of the past resurfaces. Memories of joy Of adventure Of exitement Of love Of friendship And everything in between. There are also those memories you would love to erase forever, but can't. Memories of sorrow Of despair Of pain Of heartbreak Of loneliness And everything in between. But you know, no matter how happy or sad these memories are, you wouldn't want to take them away given the chance. Because deep inside, we all know that these memories are a big part of what makes us who we are. Even if the pain is too much, or the joy too bliss. So here I am, a bored teen, waiting in a long line at the groceries, looking back at the past and finally spilling them into words.

We are all sitting on the dinning table. My father asking us about our day, my mother smiling at us, while my brothers dig into their food like wild animals, and then there's me, Violet Smith. I look at my family and smile, feeling grateful for this blessed life. Little did I know one day it would all be gone. We only appreciate what we have when we lose it. Curious what I'm talking about? You should see for yourself, because it's a long ride. Some things in this book are based on true events.

[Highest Ranking: #387 in Fantasy] [Highest Ranking: #435 in Adventure] •slow updates• ■▪■▪■ Humans, Elves, Dwarves and Orcs are the four Nations that have ruled the world since the beginning. But they would be nothing if it weren't for their Kreaturs. Animals mentally bonded for life with each being, sharing thoughts, feelings, memories and more. --◇-- After the Human, Elven and Dwarven Nations defeated the Orcs in 'The Great Orc War', peace and freedom thrived throughout the kingdoms. But with the war over, a young prince must prove that he is fit to be the future king of Uthero. Together with his peculiar Kreatur and a rag tag team of unlikely allies, Prince Jasper must go on a quest for the Seven Mythical Items, which once combined, create the most powerful weapon known to any race. ■▪■▪■ ◇[2nd Place Winner in Fantasy in "The Crayon Awards"]◇ ◇[2nd Place Winner in Fantasy in "The Aqua Pearl Awards"]◇ ◇[2nd Place Winner in Fantasy in "The Gold Awards"]◇ ◇[Best Cover for Fantasy in "The Pearl Awards"]◇

*Shortlisted for Wattys 2017* Sixteen year old Charlie Shultz almost died ten years ago, when a little boy lured her away with murder on his mind. She escaped, but now her attempted murderer is back. This time, he's different. He's grown up. His face has changed with age; his name is no longer the one that haunts her nightmares. His methods have improved. He's learned new ways to torture, new ways to terrify, and new ways to make the chilling experience last. Poor Charlie won't even see him coming. She won't even realize who he is until he gets a second chance at the One That Got Away.

I have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my notebook and see the difference it can make. It's not magical. It's not life changing. But, it's Vermillion and it's me. ©VioletEden2017 HR- #8

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.