its not always about the story, not about how complicated it is but how much you intensely feel for it. the dreams, lost love, the decision to try it once more, wrestling with the voices in your head and then shutting your eyes and lying still hoping you would feel okay. then the knowing seeps in that the tornado inside wont keep still till it is out, at least till it inks itself somewhere. or lets say till i share it with you guys who feel the same tornado and writing is like making peace with it. HEARTBEATS is my making an attempt to make peace with it. the lovely and the serene cover is courtesy lazyrebel. stay strong and follow your heartbeats.

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.