Scattered Stories

The Lookout was supposed to be unbreakable. It was more than a tower-it was a promise that help would always come. The night it burns, Adventure Bay learns how fragile that promise really is. A coordinated attack brings the Lookout down in flames, cutting off communications, destroying their technology, and leaving the Paw Patrol scattered, injured, and blamed. With the city turning against its once-trusted heroes, Ryder is forced into hiding while Chase struggles to hold the team together without orders, without resources, and without certainty that they'll survive the next call. Skye is grounded-physically and emotionally-after a mission gone wrong leaves her questioning every instinct she's ever trusted. Marshall carries the weight of a rescue he couldn't finish. Rubble stands before ruins he helped build and wonders if some things aren't meant to be repaired. Rocky scavenges through the wreckage of the Lookout, searching for answers buried beneath ash and guilt. Zuma patrols a shoreline that no longer believes in him, where the water keeps secrets no one wants uncovered. As evidence emerges that the fall of the Lookout was not an accident-but a test-the team realizes the real threat isn't just an enemy in the shadows. It's the fear spreading through Adventure Bay, the doubt creeping into their own bonds, and the possibility that the Paw Patrol might not come back from this... together. With the sirens silent and the tower reduced to cinders, the pups must decide who they are without the symbol that defined them-and whether they're still willing to answer the call when the world may no longer want them. Because some rescues don't end when the fire goes out. They begin in the ashes.

Mullingar Ireland has stories behind every hill, every hunched shoulder, and every eye. The whisper of silent prayers and arguments swirls with the wind, and the pain of heartbreak and longing skims rooftops along with the clouds. When a school shooting occurs, and everyone is caught unprepared, one student, Zayn Malik, must make a life changing decision. And that decision makes every tear that falls a little more hopeful, and every sunrise a little brighter, and every first word a little more exciting. Zayn Malik is a philosophical man, and Niall Horan just might be in love with him, and the days are full of laughter and hope, but the nights are full of gunshots and the cry of broken houses and hearts. And in the end everyone is so scared of falling behind, of getting rejected, of losing, that the only thing left is themselves, and a power within they never knew they had. This is a story of step-dads, high heels, loose woman, and Heroes. (The Little Things-Ziall and Larry- Won 1st Place In The 1DBromanceAwards Leprechaun 2013 Series & Won Most Intriguing Description)

Just a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)

I'm not really sure where most of these came from. They were mostly written in the middle of the night or during church. (This probably won't get updated often)

Not every one thinks alike, and some thinking can be a bit....well, scattered. Big thanks to Buttons O'neill for the fantastic cover!

"basically, a book with thoughts that rhymes"

Prompts via tag. Anything from short stories to recipes are in here. Updated when tags come my way.

Can you relate? I hope I'm not the only one yearning for this. These are my thoughts, not an attempt at a poem. When a Coca-Cola can gets shaken too much, it'll explode once you open it, and that's what I needed to do.

History chose to forget the events of seven brave children whom risked their lives in hopes of a better future. Join Mark, Anna, Rosie, Dalton, Cole, Nick and Leah on their Action-Adventure to help bring peace to what's become of their life on the run.

The mind is a beautiful labyrinth. Sometime it's organized and most of the it's all scattered.

My dark thoughts. May shock some. Should not be expected from me. Yet everyone has their demons. May not make sense since im venting. Here are mine. I do not own the cover or any images.

Stability of the universe lies in the mess of reality

When words create deep wounds

I don't understand what just happened.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strange voices that kept buzzing in my head. The world felt blurry as if I were caught between a dream and reality. Every time I tried to remember something, only emptiness greeted me. Who am I? Why am I here? There were no answers. Only a deepening confusion, like sinking into an endless ocean. But there was something inside me-a faint feeling that told me this wasn't just ordinary memory loss. I have to find out. I have to find myself. Before it's too late.

The devil calls again- not with fury, but with a cracked lullaby. Hope whispers one way, vengeance burns the other. Only one path survives.