her thoughts are wind ; her ideas a storm ; her laughter a hurricane that has forests pinned; her smile a rouse to make bees swarm; ° this is poetry by the Cloud & her tears °

A Lake A Lane A Line A Lone ~ Unknown ~Some poems have Trigger Warnings~

"I'm not a robot, but I also doubt that I'm human either." I want to voice my thoughts, but I can't. I want to live my life the way I wish to, but I can't. I want to save all these people who're dying from my hands, but I can't. All because of a stupid experiment. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lorenzo Forrest was living the life of a superstar, as she herself was one. With her pretty face and amazing acting skills, impressing people was never too hard for her. But she had never expected this to be her biggest flaw. Hours and hours of hard work, screaming, and crying had transformed her into something new. Something different. Something similar to a mindless killing machine. She thought that she'd have to stay this way for the rest of her life and that she was caged in herself. Until one of her Facebook followers cut the right wire and ignited hope of living a normal life in her again. NOTE: It's a Science Fiction story, mixed with humor, adventure, and a pinch of romance.

"New seasons, a new semester, and new secrets - except, not really. With the leaves gone, the sun faded, and the world asleep, every sad, buried secret will crawl out from underneath and knock Makayla clean off her feet. After all...there's no joy without heartache. Winter has the habit of being the sluggish time of year when your life goes full-stop for no apparent reason. But see, it's the natural succession of things. Soon, there will be a spring to follow. And for Makayla, Damien, and Nick, it seems that fragile hearts don't do well in the cold, or even in the promise of a new cherry blossom. (Love can't keep everyone warm.)." Note: If you haven't read Act I, do *not* make the mistake of reading this story! It is a sequel to Act I of The Sparkle Toofus, which can be found on my profile under my works. Unless you want to spoil the story for yourself, I strongly nudge you to read Act I first before starting on this sequel. ^.^

James Kingsley was a HUGE geek before. After a humiliating incident and finding out that he's moving to LA, he has decided to change himself. Now he's back after 3 years and everyone wants to be him or want to date him. He turned out to be a bad boy, the one who disrespects teachers and flirts with every girl he sees. Then there is Jane Ross. Straight A student, kind and beautiful girl. Not to mention. . . the youngest child of one of the richest man in the world. What will happen when they encounter each other? Read to find out.

Moving to a new town isn't the right fit for Callie. All she wants is to be back to New York, snuggling with her family...she misses how it used to be - when her mother and father loved each other. Very quickly, Callie realizes that the town is...off. Her mom - Mary - doesn't seem to notice and Callie notices a change in her, and her younger brother Marshall, who seems to go on and on about a boy named Mikey. Callie soon learns that perfection is just a mask that hides the worst of everything. ~Cover credit; GGMarie~

❝What if I fall?❞ ❝Then I'll catch you.❞ ❝He was arrogant, obnoxious, funny, cocky, sarcastic, a know it all, a delinquent, a bad influence, yet knowing all these things I still couldn't manage to stay away from him. Something about him just drew me in.❞ Secrets, lies and psycho exes rule Violets life. After her younger brothers death, Violets life took a turn for the worse. The grieving daughter moves in with her Aunt and everything seemed fine after that, except they weren't. Mix in a quirky coworker, an old friend, and a guy who always uses his corny pickup lines and you will have a pot of disaster. Violet bumps into a boy at the car repair garage who she also just found out was her new neighbor. Violet tells herself that she is not here to find love. But who is she fooling? Throw in some hot guys with tattoos and you will soon find yourself also troubled with tattoos. Copyright © 2021. All Rights Reserved.

[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium, But in the drab, slow-burning windows of everyday life, Death. ☆☆ A collection of intermittent, depressogenic yearnings for appreciation. ☆☆

The World lies in chaos. Everyone's either gone or infected. I'm not sure what happened. I can't remember. The Black Ink is spreading. I don't know when it will take me too. My only hope is the cure. The pen that I found in my pocket might be it. Or I might be the cure. I really don't know but whoever is left seems to be willing to do anything to get the pen, get me. I have to run. But where? #16 in Paranormal!