Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

I wrote this book primarily for my children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great grandchildren, great-great-great… well, you get my drift. Having not yet completed my service to the United States Marine Corps, I thought it would be a bit presumptuous to pen my memoirs. That said, my family and friends have always enjoyed hearing my flight stories. So, I dug out some of my old journals and decided that I’d give an accounting of my flight school adventures. This is by no means representative of everyone’s time in Naval Flight School—this was just my personal experience and point of view on things. So, if you’d like to find out how a Utah girl who’d never given any thought to becoming a pilot before, much less touched the controls of the plane, ended up earning her wings of gold, read on. Semper Fly, Janine K. Spendlove ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ From my journal, dated 3 March 2002 On Monday something crazy happened. We were flying our Form Solo. I was “lead” so I named our flight “Vader” flight, cool eh? So anyway I was flying us out to the area (2F) & as soon as I leveled us off @ 6500ft I noticed my oil pressure was dropping. This is bad because if it drops too low your propeller will feather & your plane becomes a glider—basically your engine is worthless. I stayed calm & let my flight instructor know about my problem. The instructor in the chase plane sent my wing home & followed me down & made my radio calls for me while I executed my emergency landing at Brewton field. My landing was ugly—but I was nervous. I didn’t break anything & I’m alive. ☺

about a boy, who was lost, and thought he was found, until he meets a girl, the same girl, who makes him wonder if there's more to life than just getting by. - [a Jem-centered novella/sequel to The Girl Who Saw Through Jem]

Poems with a difference. I collected the sparkles of experiences in my life , letting them rekindle into the blaze known as poetry. Take a glimpse at life through my eyes as each word , each pause and each punctuation tells you a story of its own......

a compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy gets pretentious and becomes a know-it-all]

The beautiful die young.

Every night it's as if her mind just shuts down, and her killing spree begins. (Y/N) is dead. Undead. However under special circumstances she still holds fractions of her humanity. She is able to speak and think like a normal human being, throughout the day, at night, it's a whole other story. I do not own the picture I have used to create this book cover, it belongs to its rightful owner.

Welcome to Sir Rob's World-Building Workshop! Would you like to be part of building Sir Rob's next fictional realm? Then join him on his journey and let's make a wacky world of wonder! (This is not an actual story. It's a workshop. So if you're allergic to bits and pieces of fictional worlds flying around, do not enter.)

Evelin is known as the wild Fendway sister. She dreams of someday escaping to the Forbidden Lands to the west, despite the rumors of its danger and dark magic. Evelin escapes to the lands and finds them to be not exactly how she expected. The creatures there need help, and only Evelin will save them. On a journey filled with bandits, elves, faeries, kingdoms, and a prince, Evelin tries desperately to break an enchantment cast long ago. Completed 9/30/15

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