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{✨Book 3 excerpt} It's been nearly three cycles since the Canary landed, and now the base is beginning to wake others in cryo; strangers from a ruined Earth unused to everything the base has to offer. Dylan and Levi are fighting to promote unity, whether those from the Canary and Aeneid can get along or not. *** Former Canary crew member Cameron Valdez just wanted to the opportunity to stay in this time; not having a genetic match means cryo, even on the ground. But when she matches to the new captain's former partner, Harper Harris, he may not give her a chance. Completed! {highest rank: #83}

Book 1 in the To Be Insane series. A drug gone wrong in 2026 has plagued the people of Earth, dividing them into 4 levels of insanity after killing billions. The largest group are the Insanes: people whose minds can't handle reality anymore, destroyed. The other three levels are Sanes, Selunas, and Half and Halves. Now in 2047, the Bellatores is a new, mini-army of the USA; they're injecting the cure into those who have become insane from the drug. Seventeen-year-old Hartford Utane is one of these brave Bellatores men as well as the only Half and Half in their division; one of the 40 million who lie between being Sane or Insane. Guided by a troubling past, he and his friends fight to cure the worldwide pandemic of insanity, losing many but refusing to give up hope. However, Hart is mentally unstable, even in his Sane state. With a new heartbreak, he begins to make rash decisions; and one of them results in his being captured. Robbie Delante, 21 years old, has more secrets than he's willing to share. A man guided by compassion despite the pulling urges of possession, Hart's kidnap begins to reveal more than Robbie bargained for... including the secrets that change their relationship. The secrets that make Hart question some things he thought he knew about himself. Romance (sort of) and Science Fiction. Highest rank: #361 in Science Fiction on 6/30/2017 © 2013 by Hartford_Alex_Utane (Kellen Valentino). All rights reserved. #wattys2017 #teawards #badassreads

It was easy to fall apart. But what made you get to that point? So easy to give in to the turmoil, and feel yourself give up. What about fighting for a new day? There were strange things all around us, and for Isabella Velondale, she could see these things. Her eyes were open to the beauty and the horror her kingdom had to offer. She had a knight to shield her, but there was a light out there she wanted to find. A light that would protect those she loved; to make her desolate kingdom grow again. In the land of Atriartch, the Immortals spread their darkness to consume anything and anyone in their path. The day Isabella found the creature Immortelle, was the day she gained the power to protect her kingdom. But at what price is power worth it? |First book in The Velondale Princess Trilogy| •Cover by me. ▪This is a High Fantasy Christian Novel and I would love your input!

* A Shortlisted story in the Open Novella Contest!* To deal with the recent influx of suicides, Death created a new breed of angels. His Death Dancers are the souls of those who died too soon, and whose life was filled with happiness and kindness. Their job is to search for the souls that are standing on the edge, and ready to jump. They find the people who Death isn't ready to welcome just yet, and talk them down. Ellie is a new Death Dancer. With an inner sense of where she needs to be, she jumps around the city, talking people off ledges, full pill bottles and sharp blades. She gives them hope, friendship, a guardian angel. Until she Dances her way onto a ledge with Death Himself.

***Book III of the 'To Live Again' Series*** It is the year 3441 of the Second Age of Arda, it has been seven years since the Siege began on Barad-Dur, and now in the ruined ashes of the blood soaked plains of Mordor, the Alliance claim a narrow victory....but at what cost? Thranduil's legacy remains safely tucked away in the great eaves of Greenwood - his forest realm - that he has sacrificed all of himself to defend. His true mate, and bonded love, Clara, and his two beautiful children are left in a state of limbo, their futures entirely uncertain. But Clara, a Vivified immortal with a spirit that shines brightest into the darkest of places, will not let go of her husband so easily. Determined to resurrect the hope of a nation, and restore a broken warrior to a legendary ElvenKing - she fights in every way she knows how. It is all a waiting game now...waiting between worlds. ***WINNER of the Inkitt TOP TEN IN FANDOM AWARD 2015*** ***Note - I would strongly recommend reading previous books I & II of the series, to familiarise yourself with the legacy story arc*** Disclaimer: All recognisable characters names and places belong to the esteemed Professor JRR Tolkien. All other original characters, story arcs, additional lore, is of my own creation, and belong entirely to me. Please seek permission to use or reference this work. Cover Design by SineadRobyn

In an effort to help end the negative mental illness stigma and to raise awareness of the importance of mental health, I'm putting together stories from different people from different backgrounds that have suffered or know someone who has suffered from mental illness. This is also an attempt to show the way bullying can affect mental illness. I'm hoping this will encourage people to tell their story and know that they always have a person to talk to if they need it.

There was no one there. The world seemed empty. I saw people. But they didn't see me. That's when I became invisible. People saw me as a cleaner. That's who I was. They didn't see me as a person. A human being. They thought I was a machine. Cleaning up other people's mess. Dealing with other people's shit. All for minimum wage. My name is irrelevant. So is my life. I have no one.

"The click clack of writers typing remind me of how annoyingly fun typewriters used to be."- Canina Pear This is just a mixture of stories I wrote for fun or for an English project. They range from basic romance to all types of scenarios and genres (never horror thou). I hope you enjoy them! A collection of short stories by Canina Pear.

A factual personal recollection of Brexit night. 3.7k words.

Have you ever had a nickname like toast? Carolinas' nickname is toast. Do you know what toast means? I don't. I guess you have to ask the guy who gave the nickname to her.

Monsters live all around her, they always have. It's not a zombie apocalypse, and She doesn't live among aliens, there just aren't any people in her town.

I used to be a loser. Seriously. I've lost a lot of battles against my emotions. The past few years, however, I've been fighting hard for my mental well-being, and I'm finally winning. It's been a rough ride, and it's not over yet! Come along on the journey through my past as I reminisce the events of my life that contributed to my disorder, and the steps I took to pick up the pieces after I broke. Memoirs of a Bipolar Winner is based on my past and personal experience. My hope is that it will be able to help other people who suffer from this illness, and remind them that they are NOT ALONE. Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who is reading this book and keeping up with the new chapters. I appreciate every one of you! Thank you for helping to encourage this work-in-progress author and her work-in-progress book. ;) This book is not being written in chapter-order. Trips down memory lane are seldom straightforward, especially mine. I'll try to arrange chapters as I can, but just be prepared to see something that might seem out of order.

NOTE :This is a two part poem. If you skip the first part, the second part might not make as much sense. Stuck at a bottom of a hole with no light, hoping my signal will shine bright. I see you up there within my sight, but to bad none of us can help because we're both stuck in fright.

In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and twenty-one, when the ash trees whispered their secrets into the wind and the village of Norbridge still dreamed in its sleep, a letter arrived at Hawthorn House. It came wrapped in linen, the wax seal unbroken, its ink smelling faintly of violets and loss. Miss Margaret Linwood read it thrice before the hour of breakfast. She was twenty-seven, and already the world had begun to forget her. Her beauty, once the subject of idle parlor praise, had quieted into something less golden, more ash-colored. The kind of beauty that made people stare and then turn quickly away. She spoke with the diction of the well-read, but her voice was not remembered. Her presence was often mistaken for absence. And yet, she held within her a sort of storm. The kind that doesn't announce itself in thunder, but in the slow, aching flood that follows.

visualization of feelings through eyes

"Why are we here, Melia?" Ryan yelled, eyes blazing in the California night lights. "Your friend's wife is dying, Ryan, don't you care about that?" "Yeah, I care about that, what I'm wondering is why you do." Melia threw up her hands. "Well, why shouldn't I? You put me in his path!" "I don't think you know what you want, but you need to stay away from Karen DeMarco's dying bedside. It isn't your place, Melia, HIS SIDE isn't your place!" "Stop shaking me!" She screamed defiantly and her arm rose to slap him. Ryan grabbed her hand and forced it behind her back. "You can't run after every guy that comes along, Melia, you can't play with guy's hearts like this. It's wrong. You have to be stopped." ****** But is Ryan the one to stop her from hurtling headlong into a future no one could have predicted? And will Melia let him?

We've all had our inner battles, the fights that no one sees, the unheard pleas for help, and the unshed tears. Many of us know what it's like inside,but it's hard to put the pain into words. This is a story for all those who fight the inner fights that no one sees or hears. The battle is hard, the war seems never ending, and reality is frightening.

War of the Worlds is a gripping account about the imminence of World War III and the winds of strife in preparation for the final apocalypse. Presenting the reader with more than a clandestine war, the narrative lies deeper than the visible realm; as it awakens to mysterious spiritual realities and the desperate struggle for power and world dominance.

Just some stuff I had to get out, like lancing a boil of the mind, or the heart.