Determined to put the fear of God into the racist homophobe who messed up her best friend, mild-mannered Jane Hazelton resorts to hiring a thug to do the job. Trouble is, said thug isn’t interested in money, he’s interested in her. **COMPLETED**

She's a strong, independent P.I. just trying to get through each day. Unbeknownst to her, she's dangerous to vampires. She gets sucked into their world when all vampires make a choice: kill her or turn her. Except for one. He wants to save her. [COMPLETE]

You see the title? Click it, reader, it's calling your name, for I doubt you will see such a title again. If you don't believe me, go ahead and try! And then we will see if what I said was a lie. STORY HAS BEEN PUT ON HALT FOR, UH... "SPRING CLEANING."

COMPLETE! Sometimes, the truth can be decieving. Sometimes, your friends may lie to you. Sometimes, the new student may be a werewolf.

A mercenary, a wizard, a knight, and a crazy blacksmith get swept up in a tale of angels & demons, swords & sorcery, and not nearly as much sex as the blacksmith wishes there was. Cowritten by Figginofdeath.

How a nice girl becomes the hellfire cheerleader of every fat, unpopular girl's waking NIGHTMARE. Sept 23, 2008: Ch.8&9 up! Romance, drag racing, sibling... love and danger! //INCOMPLETE//

I wrote this last night

I wrote this in like 2 minutes today in the middle of math class. It's nothing elaborate.

and you see, i am terribly afraid of that horrid cheshire cat

If you don't get it the first time, then read it again. It's not that hard.

Hire myself a... -many thanks to Ramenluver for the advice!-

I Used To Believe

It's your truth, not his.

and you're already gone

What it says

Reminders of the past that leave a fear-stricken soul.

listen.

Be all you can be, even if the moon doesn't co-operate.

I want you to be there.

This is a poem from a woman's perspectative over losing her love at sea.

This is a poem about Ireland's point of view on the 800 years of servitude to British rule.

A tyrant, a vision, a plan. Being nothing but a caged political tool for twenty years can be damaging to your mind.

vs. nature it would seem.

With her, there was no beginning - just an end and beautiful chaos in between. currently under revision

Asking a question.

instructions on curing hydrophobia.

Broken things

A fight with God

My thoughts on the eating of the apple.

This is...um...a poem about regretting something. It is more of a poem than a confession, though.

Your gravestone marks no body, underneath the wreaths.

Until the awaited nights of chance/ i shall long for the shadows dance... Just a random drabble i did a few months back. It doesnt really have a point but I like it all the same. Reviews are nice

You decide on what it means to you.

I honestly don't know what made me think of this.

love is like a song, even the best one has to end...this is a sad little ditty about the tragedy of, well, you will see...

There are things that will always haunt us.

The new moon calls to each of us in a different way. Sometimes, the call is rather... bloody. Warning: contains a vampire.

In a world that is slowly succumbing to a dreadful disease, one girl searches for her missing sister. She embarks on an journey with a rundown King in exile and a beautiful Fey warrior, to discover what exactly is the Weed?

Compassion can be a curse.

Before I went to sleep last night your eyes were full of tears

Jose Calderon find himself on the opposite side of the law while just trying to help his family pay the bills. If he doesn't think of someway to help he father with the farm chores from behind bars, he'll lose the farm forever.

-"And it’s not even a date, like I’m sure you’re probably thinking. It’s just...dinner, between two friends, that looks like a date for personal purposes.” -TAKEN DOWN FOR EDITING-

I've lived inside a cellar for endless dreary days

fire and powder consume as they kiss.

This is the story of my life. That is, if anyone is interested.

poem that just came out...

The ones who need the sorest

I fell apart for you

What would happen if the heart and the brain really did talk to each other?

Again, something to battle writer's block. Bedtime stories.

My thoughts on the merits or not of being meek.

It is the late 19th century and Paris is plagued by a mysterious murderer set on flushing the city of all its prostitutes. Is Fleur merely lucky to escape her fate, or is she being protected by none other than the murderer himself?

Poem of a vampire as he has fun with his nightly feast: a beautifully pale girl! Read and tell me what you think! WARNING: Rated M for sexual and vampire themes.

Jayden's life is miserable. That is, until a boy named Michael shows up and changes things. Follow Jayden as he tells of how he met Michael and all the challenges they faced. Will true love conquer all? Or will adversity destroy them? SLASH!

This is so true.

Wait, what did you say? OMG! Are you serious! Hey, listen...

How come it's always number two and not number one?

I had a nightmare last night which inspired me to write this poem as I laid there trying to fall asleep again. Had you ever wished you could turn back time and say things that needed to be said? Maybe it hasn't happened yet, leaving time to make amends.

This is a personal piece about why. Why what? Exactly, my friend.

A personal poem written years ago...

Have you ever not been able to experience any emotion?

To steal an apricot.

Runaway...let's hide.

Fantasy parodies, mocking anything and everything about the genre. You want to read these. You just know you want to.

Deeper and deeper I waded until the water was a collar around my throat.

English translation of the little Gerard de Nerval poem Une allée du Luxembourg. Sweet and sad, ABAB rhyme scheme.

And then a kiss was exchanged, arms were wrapped around each other, and the feeling of forever settled between them. [oneshot]

I'm tired of performing for everyone else

Something I was fantasizing about one night.....

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned......

She stepped unsteadily onto frost

Just a little poem i wrote while playing piano. About the music.

Old Poem.

A humorous haunting. Wait for it. Enjoy.

Suffocating.

This song was written for a guy who stopped being my friend becasue he deemed me too nice. This is my reply to that. Let's see how nice i am now....grr...lol. It's not that angry, but still. Review please!

Is beauty as good as it sounds? First attempt at free verse poetry.

Just a short poem to someone I will never see again.

There's nothing like waking up to the real world just so it can slowly kill you.

Me being mean.

just a silly little something I came up with one night. While do the best ideas happen when your trying to go to sleep?

A small collection of short poems, written a while ago. I thought I'd place them all here.

Another older poem. The life of a thief.

Tavern musings.

You are my protection against the tempest, my way of dealing with the wind. You keep me from succumbing to the pressure. You are what keeps me standing. The only thing I've ever loved, my dear.

[Sing for me of lands farflung] Another older poem.

Another piece based on the myth, a poem this time.

Even the smallest of things can bring happiness.

A poem of an arrival long anticipated.

An ode to a traveler, perhaps a migratory animal.

A short, experimental piece. Tell me what you think.

A birdcage's occupant has recently died. Prompted. Very short. Slightly graphic language.

A poem that came to me, seemingly out of nowhere.

Schizophrenia. Split mind. And if only the rain had been able to wash away worse things than the cigarette ash on the sidewalk, the taste of the Deep South on his tongue. [SLASH, ONESHOT]

the distant thunder becomes your soul... dedication

He wrote his music on the walls of the subway, and she was the only one to take notice. Against her better judgement, she fell in love with both the music... and the composer. But he had a secret that she wasn't ready to accept. Complete.

[slash, oneshot] A classic fairy tale. Slashed.

A confusion of a love, for once was something but now has no meaning.

A short story which follows Prince Brefa’niian’trelut The Unpronounceable and his fight against stereotypical evil. Rated 'T' for the occassional loss of appendages. Now Digitally Remastered.

Everything is changing.

People judge on absolutely nothing.

A poem also based off of a character I created. Much like the song, but with very different words.

The second poem that I rote for Language Arts.

The first of two poems that I wrote for a section on poetry in Language Arts a couple years ago.

A rather dark poem expressing the way I felt at a certain time in my life.

This describes the feeling of hiding yourself from others. Revised

[Slash] Once Upon a Time, a handsome Crown Prince set his sights on a visiting princess with the unique condition of being…well, male. And, if the supposed princess is kept away from sugar and pointy things, chances are they’ll live Happily Ever After.

Let me fly. Let me find where I belong...

A character essay that concerns being strange and accepting it. Similar to the piece I originally had up "Amy" , being that it concerns the same person.

When you put on a mask in a house of mirrors, what exactly do you see?

Maybe love isn't always such a grand thing...

This describes the fact that actions decieve and fakeness prevails.

The repetitive nature of life can burden some.

This describes a state of emotionlessness that I would rather never know.

I'm horrible at summaries. This is about failure and triumph... Sort of... Please review. Flames accepted.

Started out from pondering why my mentees feared death and it turned into something...more.

I don't know when I wrote this exactly. It was while my friend was in the hospital, and for a few hours, all I could do was write. Please, take care driving tonight, and just stay safe.

it's not that great, but i feel like sharing it.

I wrote this because I think it can really relate to almost every writer out there. Even so, I really wrote it for me, since I mostly do fantasy, and I'm a girl. If you're a guy, just pretend it says God or something instead of Goddess.

This is description of the way I percieve life.

Crack of the whip.

I killed a man. Rating to be safe.

Her once golden hair is matted.

Written for my friend in her time of need, it talks about how to get out of despair and back to normality.

Written while on drugs, not gonna lie.

...Well. I guess you'll just have to click and find out... Seeing as you are of such a curious nature... Clue: Lots of green... It's quite mysterious, if I may say so myself...

Oh... something I came up with one October day... It's sort of spooky and about a man searching for his lost love... Sort of... I just want to know what people think of it so please review! Flames accepted...

Sometimes simple questions aren't simply answered. R&R's returned

A one night stand only made us pretend to be friends and I blame him for it. An attempt to beat writer's block so PLEASE read and review.

When a guy never apologizes for himself. It's everything else but him. Please R&R.

I'm not into one night stands. Please read and review

He's never been too good at having words thrown back at him. Please read and review!

This is really weird, but I think you'll like it.

I'm pressing so hard against the paper.

He wants a season girl he'll never have because I will never be good enough.

A transition.

How is it possible that the things that hurt us the most are the things that make us the strongest? The result of writer's block, procrastination, tears, sweat, and experience.

I'm not exactly sure how to summarize this poem, nor am I sure how I thought of it...but I like it and I hope you do too. Enjoy : !

Do not judge by title! It isn't really about that, and I am not in any way stating tha people who play piano cannot sing. Just read the poem!

Tragic death of a little girl [probably not what you are thinking]

The true life of a writer.

..of me

There's someone out there to help her. Someone to write love on her arms. Inspired by the actual cause To Write Love On Her Arms.

Well, let me explain the ways.

constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship

Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true, You'll see it's all a show, Keep 'em laughing as you go, Just remember that the last laugh is on you

Reviews are always appreciated and returned. I might add more to this, I haven't decided yet.

Rated T just to be safe. Reviews are always appreciated and returned. This is my opinion on abortion.

Lust...passion...love, but mostly just lust. The passion novel of all passion novels. Bosoms will heave and pants will rise!

Just a bit of musing on dreaming and it's close relation to the mind of God. Apologies for the cliché title.

[slash, oneshot] An assassination turns into an assignation.

Written about the girl.

I love his odes, so I wrote one for him.

He thought his life was ordinary. He thought the man who made his heart ache and his favorite bake goods would never see him as more than a customer. He was wrong. [slash,oneshot]

She's a hopeless romantic that is terrified of falling in love. Quirky? You have no idea... He's misunderstood purposely so and has a past. A dark one. So...what happens when their small town matchmaker decides they're destined for each other?

One of my first love poems...

It is amazing what inspiration you can get from simply sitting in a class at school. Here's one from high school biology class on the subject of carnivores. What is even more amazing are the subject of your inspiration. Carnivores, go figure.

Read the author's note at the bottom and please review. I genred this as fantasy and spiritual because it just seemed that way too me, though it truly isnt either.

I wrote this when I was 11, but it's probably my favourite. Remember when it was as easy as picking petals off of flowers? "He loves me, he loves me not."

A tragic tale of a one sided love. What I consider my first piece of fiction, written 5 years ago.

Another love poem? Oh no! Read it anyways, because I know we're all romantics at heart. I'm proof.

I wrote a little children story about what would happen if the world went on vacation. A short, cute little piece. It does rhyme, but it is more of a kid story than a poem so IT WILL NOT BE LAYED OUT LIKE A POEM.

Riddle of Birth

This is Mack from Clodhopper. My cousin and I have been asked a few times how we get so many reviews. This is our response. I hope it helps!

.. When I need you?

There's a reason this isn't in fantasy! This poem is super short-please read it?

Someone is given a talking-to by a familiar something.

Big deal. Now shut up about it already. You're too competitive.

A group of gay college students are making their way through life - in their own eccentric ways. Smashing music, tattoos, hate and love; need I say more? [SLASH M/M]

A response to bad love poetry

A short simple poem I wrote a little while back. My first FictionPress entry.

It's back! Nobody's beat the ambitious Natti on an exam – until new kid Zachary arrives and sparks a rivalry. Now not only is he trying to befriend her, his interest in her is dragging the previous-nobody into trouble, popularity, and - love?

For you, my friend.

[Slash] Durante, a hitman and jack-of-all-trades, is given his mission: the assassination of the naïve heir to a dynastic corporation, Kristian Radford. The plan is to seduce and kill him, but what happens when Durante falls for his victim? [Two Parts]

A riddle with a fantasy theme

Love is blind, but it is beautiful all the same.

[this story or poem has been tagged OLD and is not recommended for reading, hehe.]