These are my original poems. Not allowed to copyright what so ever. Making sure my feet are nice and toasty On this long chilly journey. As my bottom starts to go numb From sitting too long, I... Be kind Have fun Laugh out loud Tear up Keep reading Check out this book to see the rest, you won't want to stop reading. Feel free to read all the poems, know one is stoping you.

I let the blond lady in a two pice pink bunny costume punch and kick me for a while, so the crowd had something to cheer for. Of course, her punches didn't do much to me, until she landed a solid hook punch to my face. Now that got me a little fired up, I'm going to have a nasty bruise now. Maybe I gave her too much credit, better teach her a lesson or two. "Well, captain foundation, I trust that you'll have no trouble covering this up, I'm leaving this to you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zora has a bad-mouthing problem and the urge to win at everything, no matter what. She doesn't follow rules or orders, she makes them. If you say something she doesn't like she'll let you know. If you try talking down to her, she'll put you back in your place before you can say "butter-sticks". She is one girl you don't want to mess with. Mr. Luciano Is not one you'd mess around with. Everybody watches, everybody listens, nobody moves unless he says so. If he wants something he gets it, if you refuse to give it he'll replace your blood with bullets. With his short temper on edge and his drastic mood swings, you never know. He does not take orders and he does not take no for an answer. So what happens when two strangers meet, when both Zora and Mr. Luciano refuse each other's orders? Will the king make it rain bullets or will the queen take her crown? Read more to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: this story contains violence, strong language, and (disturbing) sexual content. so buckle up and be prepared for a bumpy ride, 18+ read at your own risk, enjoy.

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018