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Margaret Levartemit does not know why she has not yet died. She has not aged in over ninety years. Surely, she'd be six feet under by now. For nearly a century, Margaret has had the same wrinkle-less, pale face, an identical copy of her "younger" self's upturned nose, and a mirror image of her late teenage years' hollowed cheeks, and she has yet to find a reason for why she still looks twenty-five. And how come, on every October thirtieth, she bumps into the same man . . . who looks just as young as she does? [cover by @surroundedbythorns] [copyright © Sophie Claflin, A.K.A. Siriusly_fandoms 2015 All Rights Reserved] ENTERED IN NANOWRIMO

It's always been the two of us since I remember, as Tom (my dad) left us when I was just a toddler. He never accepted mum's complete dedication to music and I think this is what caused them to break up. I'll never forgive him for giving up on us, and even more for not being there when mum fell ill. But he was too busy raising his new family I guess. And now that we have to live under the same roof, I feel like he’s no more than a stranger to me. Fortunately, I still have my music. No matter what happens around me, I know that I can always find refuge in music. It's hard to explain but as I sit at the piano the world hushes and my soul starts to sings. And I still have my Big Dream - to get into Julliard and become a great pianist as my Mum. The most famous conservatory in the world and New York City are waiting for me! I just have to nail an important audition that is just a few weeks away.. Fingers crossed!!

Coming up with five adjectives to describe your character barely scratches the surface. In order to make your character figuratively come alive, you'll need to know them better than they know themselves. The exercises in this book will make you think about your characters in ways you never have before.

Across the room staring at me is the one and only Ethan Miller. We're communicating with our eyes like we used to do when we were kids. Only, we're not kids anymore and everything is different. I haven't talked to him in three years and now all of a sudden he wants to be friends again? Psh, in his dreams. I have no intention of ever talking to that jerk again. I am never ever going to talk to this beautiful boy with rosy lips and strong arms ever again... oh crap.

poems based on description with a theme or just something every heart feels. {#5th highest.} Updates on Monday and Thursday! #5 in poetry on 18th of March 2017.

After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted

Best friend ko si Reeve since... forever. But when I was six and he was ten, his family had to go back to London. Before he left, he promised me that we would remain friends no matter what. Mahirap sa una. Pero habang tumatanda kami, nagaadvance din naman ang technology. Fourteen years later, meron nang Viber, Wechat at kung anu-ano pa! Keeping in touch with him became as easy as breathing and we constantly updated each other about the happenings in our lives. But we had two rules: 1) No sending each other pictures through email, Facebook or Twitter and no Facetime or Skype. Why? Because we promised we'd see each other again someday and we wanted to make that moment special. 2) We'll never keep any secrets from each other. Number 2, was a promise I kept but it seemed that Reeve had a lot of secrets. Hindi naman gaanong big deal para sakin. Even if he had secrets, he'll still be my best friend. But was 'friendship' really all there was? Or was there more? Perhaps, what we had was actually a long distance-love affair and that distance is just a number? Credits to @soelklauser for the cover!

Essays on Writing is a collection of thoughts I come across during my writing journey. They cover topics such as grammar, editing, writing, publishing and very often character and story development within the expectations of genre or society.

Yes, she owns an extremely popular blog. Yes, she has no friends. Yes, Destiny, the [mostly] shy, [usually] nerdy, and [always] socially awkward girl is moving. Where? Across the street from the idiot she has to stay with for a month. Who's a boy. That is pretty (...okay, VERY) hot. Things are about to get spicy. [#54 in humor, 12/21/14]