poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

Avril Bright always felt like she was different, but never in her wildest dreams would she imagine that she was that different. When Avril literally runs into a boy and is greeted with a scowl and glare her whole life is changed forever. She's forced into a new foreign environment where the hot headed, trouble following girl learns who she really is and what exactly is so special about her. She's not human and you could consider her an alien from a different planet, but even there she's different. Romance. Teen Fiction. Humor. Fantasy. Adventure. Action. And a whole lot of imagination. -------------- Copyright © tlwsweety2, 2011. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2