If you mention the past, you die. ~~~ Phoenix, a young woman living in The City, has grown tired of unjust deaths, brutal killings, and punishment for individuality. Chips implanted in the throats of citizens ensure that any mention of life fifteen years ago is heard, by none other than the unnamed president known as The One, and his loyal Enforcers. Lies are uttered, trust is scattered, and fear coats the air. Having endured enough, Phoenix, seeking peace and safety, decides to travel off the Continent. An unexpected encounter with someone she never predicted she'd see again alters her plans, and her life. Facing old friends, new comrades, and cruel Enforcers, Phoenix finds herself confused about her role in the midst of all these changes. Strangers are turning into allies, a revolution is being born, and there is a continuous battle between her heart and mind. She does not know who to trust and who to kill. When you are surrounded by many but are completely alone, you start making dangerous decisions. ~~~ ONGOING ©Heba Mawid 2020

In New Orleans a dark underworld of wealthy millionaires, masquerade balls, parades, costumes, alcohol, clubs on Bourbon Street, street life, vampires, voodoo magic, an unseasonable category 5 hurricane, gang fights, pirates, and lots of other monsters! Dorean an aspiring writer, on a fifteen day sabbatical in her beloved New Orleans for the weeks leading up to Mardi Gras she falls under the spell of the enigma of Mardi Gras and New Orleans! Will Dorean survive long enough to save The Crescent City, I dare you to find out! Never walk around in Nola alone...

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

Lucy Jennings, your average senior high school on her way to college. Hunter Parkinson, the new neighbour and the hottest guy at school. When Hunter Moves in next door, Lucy is almost immediately drawn to him, but he is hiding something, something dangerous and unpredictable. When Lucy is confronted by his dark side, how will she react?