Exactly what the title says. This'll be interesting...

At the age of eighteen, everyone's blood changes colour. Whether it becomes blue, green or otherwise, the colour is either hereditary or a random, biological selection. However, when Pearl Damocles discovers that her blood is colourless - in a society where people are segregated by blood colour -, she travels to an institute for people like her with a handsome yet mysterious man named, Malik Ahmed. After months of training and planning - with a team of quirky, newfound friends and trained militants by her side - she decides begins to hatch a plan. One to bring everyone together, and abolish the inequality of the blood colours.

some poetry. It's probably traaaaaaaaaaaaaayush. Whatever. A lot of it is about death. idk why tho

Belle Atkins is new to Stoneway Equestrian Academy. After being proposed a scholarship to the British school with all expenses paid her parents are thrilled to send her to a boarding school where they won't have to pay a load for tuition. Belle is sent off to the Academy, alone and miserable, where she can't seem to make a single friend. After being paired with Cassie Lawrence for a pas de deux things get complicated. Let's just say the pas de deux is due in two weeks and Cassie's horse, Fanta, is having little bitty problems in the ring. Can Belle and Cassie figure out this issue or will they both fail miserably? (a co-op between SassyMe and NuclearFallabella and the two stories Hillcrest Academy and The Horse Academy.)

Dear Readers, This is a realistic poetry book that I wrote from experience. Most of these poems I wrote when I was going through a hard time in my past because poetry was my escape. It was my way of surviving those rough nights as a teenager. I hope they inspire or help you in any way. Please remember you are never alone and you are loved and wanted. Love & Hugs, P.Z. **** TRIGGER WARNING ****

I'll be posting the (many) poems I write, I hope you enjoy them... :) - Here's a shameless sample of the first chapter; This Cage of Evergreen Twisting. Twirling. This cage of Evergreen. The leaves reach out and grasp for the Freedom that is not there. Vines hang down, lost in despair, no longer dreaming for the freedom of falling. The bark reaching out with its Greedy fingers, holding the leaves and vines in their cage of Evergreen