Language is a reflection of humanity. Chaos that veers into organization Just to spin away again with a giggle and a grin. Random poems that I write. I will update sporadically. Constructive criticism is appreciated. If you want to see my best poems, head to the back first as I will (hopefully) improve as I write. I also encourage you to check out SpeakerForTheFrost's book Two Shades of a Shattered Heart, which has their own poems as well as our joint poems. Enjoy!

After failing her dueling assessment in an unexpected way, Narira is taken under the wing of an excitable mentor and thrust into a world she never would have thought existed, one full of magical abilities and new opportunities. The new power and friendship seem like a blessing, but as tensions escalate between kingdoms, Narira may need to answer a call she never thought she'd hear: a call for war. NOTE: This is a finished story, but only the first part (out of four) is currently on Wattpad. The rest of it may or may not be posted. You're still welcome to read it, but know that it may not get updated.

On October 3rd, 2017, my step mom was driving my siblings and I to school. The landscape was coated with fog. As we were driving, my step mom saw a pelican at the edge of the lake, "a spot of white shining through the fog". That sparked the idea for a story. Here's what came of it. The Legend of the Silver Heron has been passed down for generations, spread through the students who come to the Silver Heron Camp in Mist Valley. As the story goes, there is a bird called the Silver Heron who lives in Mist Valley, its soul completely pure and incapable of hatred or bad intentions. It is the embodiment of pure innocence. No one need fear it, for it can do no harm. When Fia ventures into the Valley as part of the Cinder High 9th grade, she is met with a series of events that lead her toward an alternate story, one she must discover on her own. What is the Bird of Mist Valley? Will it really give you magic if you touch it? Can it really not kill you?