A collection of poems written for my love in the Marines.

Seemingly always out of reach...

{Watty Awards 2013 Winner} This is simply a story about a lonely girl who finds love. I was inspired to write this because I wanted to know that there are good things that happen to invisible girls like me. I wanted to write Hope for those who seem hopeless. • • • In March of 2013, Letters was #1 in the short story category. June 2013: Short Story #3 and Romance #40 February 2014: Winner of The Watty Awards 2013 for On The Rise Short Story

This is the first poem that I've written in a while, and it sort of conveys how I'm feeling right now. And how many others must be feeling. When I write down how I feel, it sort of helps. And when I read something that conveys how I feel, that helps as well. So this is for anyone who feels the same way. Thanks for reading :)

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

Harry Styles will be playing your love interest. Those were the words Amber dreaded to hear. With a lot of bad history between them, the last thing they want to do is be around each other. But in order to make this movie, they need to at least get along. What will happen when they're forced to share an apartment together? A lot can happen, both good and bad. Amber wants nothing to do with Harry and Harry wants nothing to do with Amber...or so he thought he didn't. Will they be able to let go of the past? Or will the past be there to haunt their every move?

"The good girl always falls for the bad boy," he sneered and I smirked. "Well, you're in luck because I'm not a good girl," I retorted, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "Prove it." When Andy Deeks moves away from home to attend university, she soon regrets not checking out the details on her new roommate first. Enter Hunter. Arrogant and a bad boy, yet totally irresistible. Andy soon finds herself shedding her good girl shell to teach this jerk a lesson. Dozens of bets, make out sessions and challenges causes Andy to start following Hunter's lead. Cliche story about the girl changing the player? No, the player is changing the good girl, and not for the better. This story has now been published with multiple changes! You can find it on Amazon and any other ebook distributors under 'The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys' (By Katie Hart)

I dont know exactly what it is about yet. I do know though, that this story is about a girl and she is at mcdonalds. And she sees a girl crying. They instantly click. Both girls are going through a tough time. The question is what happened to them? How will they handel it? This story is here to show everything is not what it seems. If you guys don't like, it I will probably end up deleting it.

“Two can only keep a secret only if one of them is dead.” 40 year old Emma McCroy stumbles upon the diary of Spencer McCroy; her 65 year old mother who has been undergoing immense torture for the past 25 years for the murders of ten people. In the summer of ’87, Spencer, a young and daring psychologist, was tried and wrongly, as Emma would put it, charged for the premeditated murders of the ten most intriguing and twisted people Spencer ever encountered in her career. Twenty five years on, Emma maintains her mother’s innocence and never ceased fighting for justice. Discovering the diary pulls Emma into a deep void of dark and dangerous secrets; secrets that will slowly, but steadily rip her world apart into a million pieces. But she knows one thing for sure; the murderer’s name is somewhere in there, engraved in ink. Along with the aid of her mother’s twin brother Brian, Emma embarks on a scandalous journey to prove her mother’s innocence to the rest of the world before it’s too late. Dare if you may, to enter Spencer’s mysterious and shady world. But remember, with every page you turn, there is a price to pay as a psychologist’s diary is like an onion: The more you peel it off, the more it hurts you.