Unpublished Stories

When you walk your hips have to sway just enough to catch attention but not enough to make you stumble over your high heels. Gorgeous long hair is a must but you can't have any hair anywhere else on your body. Your back must always be kept straight and your chin held high to show off a long and slender neck. Never ever slouch. Your makeup must match your designer outfit and visa versa. And most importantly you must be kind and well mannered like a proper young heiress should. In this sense I am a perfect young lady. Exept for one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy little thing. Really, it's just a minor detail. I'm a guy. A STRAIGHT guy.

Help me decide which book you'd like to read first! Read the descriptions of each then vote on ONE book.

Plan for the rest of "in the hills", hope you enjoy xx

I Think I Can, I Think I Can... Photo from www.fotosearch.com/csp910/k9100130/

"The mind is a terrible thing to lose, wouldn't you agree Eustass-ya?"

This isn't a book. It contains my ideas for writing or publishing different books.

I had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage in you, why don't you pen it down? Why do you waste your time on fabricating stories, stories that don't exist? Why don't you write about you and me and us? I told him I'm afraid of transparency, that people will read between the lines and they will know my weaknesses and they will mock my monsters. I told him if I let my rage out it will burn the paper and quill and the house and everything around and I am explosive and I don't wanna erupt like a volcano. I told him these stories are the lands I visit to breathe and hold on to life. And I told him what I never told anyone, that If you could really see through them you would find one piece of me in all the characters, one piece of my world in my stories, one piece of every dream that never came true, one realm of my mind that I only know. I told him if I wrote about you and me and us, people will laugh at me. At how insanely I loved you and stupidly believed that you love me the same love. At how I am still living in our moments and you're living in yours only. At my obsession over you and your self-obsession. I can't write a sad ending to our story, good one nevertheless, but I don't know a happy one so I won't write about us.

Those of you familiar with the 'Rocky' movies will relate with the characters in this kids picture book set in the Amazon about an entrepreneurial spiders' quest to help Rocky use his talents to become a success and prove that we are all individuals. I look forward to any feedback. This manuscript has already been assessed and given a great letter of recommendation to give to an agent (if I can find one). It's such a 'Catch 22' situation when it comes to getting published for the first time.

Phantom of the opera fanfic

Passion Pain Pleasure Just as the sun rises I had to write this. Fulfilling like coffee, this poetry will touch your heart. These words describe a risqué and provocative perspective on the passion pain and pleasures which make up the journey of life. A vivid literary piece depicting graphic details in experimental fashion which are so personal, the words feel like news concerning yourself. A young sincere depiction of the fluidity of love like the water cycle, the misguided delusion that the hurt fails to evaporate and the isolation in which most of us overcome. The book highlights how we exhibit strength which we utilize to remain motivated and power through. A blueprint of sadomasochism as it pertains to intimate and personal sentiments and how that translates to ones self perception. Melded with themes of ideological nationalism and internal conflict the feature work is a pioneering chapbook intended to give you an idea of diversity and the next generation. CSVH

Nothing here ugly, I'm just posting the one thing publicly so you have to see the bb barn owls

Before we begin I would like to mention a few things.. First off, I would never call myself a poet. I am purely a lover of poetry. I've always had an interest in poetry and I enjoy reading and writing it. Although, I would never lie to you and say that I am the best at it. Anyway, This story is simply a compilation of freestyle poetry, my own works, and other poets' work that I love and admire. (*Disclaimer: I am not trying to steal other people's' work, I just want to share it with you because I admire them.) Enjoy. ♡

After the apocalypse, all evidence of the past world is destroyed. Jamie Roberts was born into a world that the survivors of the apocalypse built with new rules and restrictions. Those who did not follow suit were called rebels and were quickly sent to a mental institute to “cure” them. Against her father’s orders, she sneaks into the hospital and works as a nurse. There, the rebels open her eyes to see that the world she lives in is an illusion. There was more lost than gained. Sans history, sans love, sans knowledge, sans language, sans everything! She then comes face to face with the most rebellious of all rebels, Zane. Despite his rash temper and trust issues, they grow closer and discover something that may be bigger than the rebels’ mistreatment all together. Was this so-called apocalypse even real? This is a tale about the essences of life and what happens when it all disappears.

A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Bardroy fanfic

Just wanna write without having to stick with stuff or come up with ideas. Each chapter will be based on a prompt probably