On the passing of my wife.

Be sure to vote in the poll for what topic you want to hear. Horrible, horrible tips from an unqualified expert on how to dominate the online writing world. Can you write slash and be homophobic? Always wanted to be the one to write that cheap story with a million hits? Well ha, the all-knowing author shall teach you the true path to getting reviews by the bucketful!

I think a lot of females have had this feeling!

A series of haiku, one in each chapter, about observations about human relationships of any kind. Ongoing until I run out of ideas. Chapter 9 is a re working of a Haiku that I removed it was one of my earliest submissions and because I was new didn't get much attention. I think the reworking is better and fits in here well (I hope).

Maki and Melia are a twins, a merboy and mergirl whose scientist father has been missing for over a year. A charismatic outsider from another city draws them into a dangerous mission..to protect their home, Melusine City, from the greed of human mining companies and from the treachery of a powerful mer with a longstanding grudge.

The kingdom of Tenney had been peaceful ever since Elora Lavelle was a child. But when the tyrannical king threatens to ruin that peace by breaking the country's 400 year policy of neutrality, Ora must do something to help the revolution - even if that means infiltrating the court as a supposed courtesan.

A classic tale with a twist. What if the evil queen was not actually so evil? What if Snow White was not an innocent as people were led to believe. This is a story of how manipulation is key for a young princess to get what she wants.

A short poem, outlining my view of where the world is heading.

Between Life and Death (No swearing. Not graphic. Would still recommenced an immature audience to look elsewhere.)

Finally Spring is coming to my mountain home!

A Shakespearean style narrative poem. This tells of a woeful tale about love which takes a dark and disastrous turn. The nature of loveth never dost runeth smoothly...

I am not a disciplined person but when I have taken the time and when I imagine this as a memory - It is my experience.

A sonnet about a man's longing for the love of the most perfect woman he had ever saw.

This poem tells the story of why an angel fell from Heaven and straight to Earth.

You are mine, and I want it to stay that way. Side note, I wrote this for a story I'm currently writing which I hope to publish on here.

Medevelish metaphorical piece. It's more about life and finding something to live for than it is about 'war'. It is about a warrior though. Mild rating. No swearing. Complete.

I don't feel like writing a summary, but I'll try to anyway. My usual free verse quatrain form and no swearing. Deals with reality and the consequences of not seeing it... Highly accusatory and probably hypocritical

I hope some women relate to this. It is a little nostalgic for me. Guys this is, at least for me a woman, how I'd ultimately like to feel with someone I care about. Its really hard to put into words but don't be afraid to read it. And please, if you feel inclined, tell me what you think! I'll brace myself!

Ella is not your typical damsel in distress. Her parents passed away when she was little, and her step-mother ignores her. But that doesn't stop her from turning misfortune on it's head-and she gets misfortune a lot. So it's a real surprise when she meets Arthur, and gets invited to a ball. This story will be updated every Friday, and a sequel is already in progress.

It's not beautiful or poetic. It's just pain.

When Xavier's teacher notices that the boys don't understand why women wanted rights, he tries a new way to help them understand. Short One-Shot. Rated K . Was a assignment, reviews are helpful so I can fix mistakes!

An argument for the use of computer therapists in the case of treating mental illness. What is the mind, and could there be other minds apart from our own?

Don't be afraid to read! There is nothing graphic in these poems just my images of the process of life and the feelings of death. I dedicated the life poem to my father who was an airline pilot.

Touch my heart

Friends come and go, but the real friends are the ones that make you feel like you're coming home. These are the thoughts of a friend who lost their home. (Trigger warnings for self harm, bullying, and suicide. Just remember that you're somebody's home too.)

For those who self-harm and struggle with depression. Written for Bob Story Builder. Keep fighting.

"What big ears you've got." My voice trembled as he slid a hand down my back. "All better to hear you, love." He replied huskily, his lips millimeters from mine. "What big teeth you've got." My eyes dropped down to his lips. He paused. "All the better to eat you with." Then he sunk his fangs in my neck, as I screamed in pain. FULL SUMMARY INSIDE!

Don't say I didn't warn you

This poem is one that is too relatable! Read it and decide if you want to do something about it, or just want to ignore the story the poem is telling. Peom is WAY better than summery. Please read the bit in bold, too, as it is just as important as the poem itself!

An old man and changing times. Sometimes it is best to just let it go.

A poem for anyone who has lost someone close, no matter what the reason. You're not alone. Never forget that.

I hear lots of girls say "I am waiting for my knight in shining armor." I think about it and that's not what I want. A knight in shining armor has never had his armor tested.

Tired of looking for scifi and seeing nothing new? He's my attempt to help speculative fiction writers, as well as even give the pros a few new ideas. Going strong for years! Now, we cover sword and sorcery, and how to drive your enemies before you while you hear the lamentations of their women.

Sometimes when a friendship hits rock bottom, all you can do is stare past it to the future - a bewitching, mesmerizing future without that person. Of course ending a friendship means you have to burn more than one bridge. R&R?

Kadir Chronicles. A foundling half-orc is discovered by a small village in the north. Banished from the village at a young age, he must learn to survive on his own. The Fate-Weaver saw to it he was spared as an infant; what destiny awaits him as an adult? Cover art by Amy Rowell.

one i just came up with in my noggin sat doing biology homework :

A short piece of refection on the deeply layered issue that is self-harm.

A song for the soldier's wife. The pain of waiting and the agonizing doubt and hope.

A poem written after my father's death.

A non-explicit how-to tutorial of of sexual encounters.

overtake me like the sun overtakes the night.

Depression strikes the vulnerable....

My feelings after rape

A poem for anyone who has lost someone they loved

A scientist enters a haunted house,and pays the price for it.