"The sun was drowning at the end of the sea And a curtain of the darkness,started to fall. Her figure was diminishing, Making her, slowly, invisible. The night was enclosing her, Like a black poisonous serpent, Taking her away to the world of dark magic. A good soul they needed to corrupt, For the evil kingdom to rise. I can hear the sound of their victory trumpet, The girl must have heard it too. And she moved, as if, after an eternity, Looked upward the starlit sky, with a heavy head, As though defeated by the world." - The Girl On The Beach - The Scribbled Mind - Ranu Saha ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st Place For Poetry In Solstice Awards (2018). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ***MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING*** Poem : #13 - 31|05|2018 #112 - 26|05|2018 #203 - 25|05|2018 Poetry : #61 - 11|06|2018 Poetrycollection : #07 - 14|06|2018

Wanderlust is a strange feeling. It's one that excites you, and also paralyzes you with fear. It feels like the fresh new leaves on a maple sapling or the sand folding beneath your toes. It smells like a mountain trail or a pine forest. Wanderlust is a feeling. It is my favorite feeling. This book is a collection of poetry, all written by me. It's completed now, with only eight short poems, but I'm proud of it. Please don't make fun of it, whether you are a stranger online or a follower from school. Thank you for reading! <3

Traveling across Europe, doesn't sound so bad, does it? But what happens when you're famous, can't have the paparazzi following you and you're traveling with two strangers? Your trip consists of arriving in Italy then going to Portugal, Spain, France, Germany, Greece, Romania, Poland, Finland, Sweden, Norway and, finally you have reached your final destination, England to meet your Dad and Melissa. You will travel via boat, car, plane and jet. Oh, and one thing, you are VERY BAD at directions. What will you find along the road, love, friendship, adventure? Will you get to meet you dad and Melissa on time? Or will you get lost in Europe? Find out what happens to you, Elizabeth Marie McCartney - Winters, in Lost In Europe.

New York, Manhattan, 1986. Andrew Borsch, 20, is a man loves parties...girls...men...and drugs. Not in that order. Because of his nihilism, he goes through the motions of now...as if the 1980's was a blur. The new novel of social distress and bad behavior by Robert Helliger. Warning: It is rated R for sex scenes, strong coarse language, drug use, adult themes. You must be 18 years and over to read it.

Writing from my travels and everyday life :)

Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk **None of these quotes/sayings are written by me unless stated otherwise** ☻ I'm always here if u need someone to talk to, just message me :) [Highest Rank in Poetry: #1 as of 12/9/2016] ♚♚♚