Poinsettia Stories

The holiday season is knocking on our doors, and it's time to bring some festive enchantment into our homes. Poinsettia arrangements are the secret ingredient to transform any space into a holiday wonderland. Let's explore fresh and imaginative ideas to showcase the beauty of these iconic plants in your decor

Story of students believing that life is too short.

Bring that special feeling back . . .

BellaDonna was always a misfit. The other flowers created, Bella destroyed. It was such a family misfortune for her to have been born. Her sister Rose was a blessing. Everybody loved her. Little did these sisters know their lives were about to get uprooted. If you like this story I also have another one still in the works called The Trinity Sisters. I'm not sure if this will be a series but The Trinity Sisters will. I post at least once a day. I hope you enjoy!

a new and semi-improved version of a the Witch is Dead campaign that me and one of my friends played through. i was the spider, my friend was the cat. i highly recommend playing the Witch is Dead, it's quite a fun game.

Being alone in the world has more value than having the greatest treasure with the threat of losing it instantaneously. Point had been alone for a very long time, an orphan of mother and father raised in several broken homes. A product of the system she both hated and adored. The young redhead, of strange large, dark brown eyes had an imp like behavior, a knack for causing mayhem and finding ways to live off the streets. Every day was an adventure and contained a strategy, until the Roosevelts appeared and assigned her guardian of two children. These two most peculiar children whose lives revolve around a series of unfortunate events such as unexpected deaths, disappearances, fires, rising of the dead, among other. Forced swear a blood oath, Point must protect the children from supernatural events and keep her sanity in check. Little by little she loses herself and struggles as she discovers who, or rather what, she truly is.

Red bracts don't just bloom... they bleed. They called it tradition. But when petals fall... who will take the call?