"But the thing is I know you.. I know you better than yourself. You like to pretend everything is okay when it's not. This time, you can't just keep your wall of oblivion up to this situation. Cry. Please, cry. It means you haven't completely lost yourself yet."

She found something, or rather someone, she never expected to find in her new room.

"I must have hit my head a lot harder than I had anticipated, or maybe breathe too much smoke because this is definitely nut-case crazy. Or a very creepy dream that feels way too real for my own good. I can pat my subconscious on the back for that one, but at the same time, it might be a little over the top." When Melody set fire to a museum she didn't expect to hit her head on the pavement and wake up in a nightmare. But she does. And this nightmare is not a nightmare apparently--it's a curse. A curse that traps her into paintings. And there's no escaping from the wrath of a possessed painting out to teach an art-hater a lesson. Cover painting made by Soo Kim (http://sookimstudio.com/blog/)

A smart young man in the suburbs of Chicago out of high school, on his way to college. With a less than pleasant childhood, he's trying to find himself, trying to find love, and trying to fight the anger and depression within.

12 carefully selected people get the once in a life time invitation to a 3 night vacation at the countries largest estate, owned by an anonymous tycoon. who un-be-known too the villagers, employs most of them. when they arrive they suddenly realise that the invitation was a little misleading, as some guests gradually disappear under some rather mysterious circumstances. it falls under the responsibility of Franceska Anderson to uncover the secrets of this bizarre tale and find the culprits before its to late.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

Forever. It's not always a lie. It is possible. As long as we're willing to.

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

An anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )