“We are the divine violence.”

In the fantasy kingdom of Eldom, terror has struck. The royal family has been the target of a series of attempted and successful assassinations. Crown Prince Amir has been killed in cold blood by the group known as ECL; Eldom’s Common Liberators. Now, the children of the crown have come back to fight for their lives. As warriors. Royal Warriors. 5 of them, all still shaken from the death of their elder brother. For the ECL assassins, the death of the Crown Prince was a celebrated success. Now, they must take on the Royal Warriors to finally free their kingdom from the hands of the current royal family, the Eriksons.

The Powers. Otherwise known as the highborns are the people born with special abilities. The Powers are staples of the upper class, born into luxury and prestige. If a Power was born among the lesserborns, they’d be taken, and promptly raised and trained by the upper class, never to return to their old lives or families. The Crown believe they can find all of the Lesser Powers, but some slip right through their fingers.

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“Haven’t you taken enough from me?”

Aliyah Erickson, the new heir to the throne of Eldom, is an 18-year-old prodigy. She has the smarts of a scholar and the strength of a knight. Aliyah was the closest to her elder brother, and the one most devastated from his loss. She always thought she would be her brother’s guard, his knight, his protector. Now, Aliyah has to practically become her brother, and deal with assassination attempts on her and her family.

“Prepare to burn down with me.”

Dominique Blair, the head of the ECL, is a 19-year-old on the path of revenge and liberty. She always gets what she wants and she is quite the prosperous manipulator. Dominique is a protective, but deadly person, who holds those she cares about close to her. If anyone even thought about hurting someone she cares about, they’d be dead in minutes.

This is just a place where I keep some of the poetry I’ve written over the years. Some of it is about me, some of it is about my friends, family, and loved ones. Some of it is about people I’ve never met. Some of it is about stories I’ve heard over the course of my life. There are many themes throughout, but the tying theme is universal equality and true liberation.

Although Kota Mizushiro, and Akiko Chisai are back together, this tells the story about the harsh reality of what lies on the other side. Like their counterpart, Kota is known as Kaito in this universe while Akiko is known as Airi.

Kaito Mizushiro and Airi Chisai were lovers but as one of them got too attached, one of them got friendzoned. Despite the ongoing tension and the complication of being friends, Kaito still loves Airi, however the latter doesn't reflect back. What will happen next?

Kota Mizushiro finds a love interest who is addicted to anime. Knowing that he is almost caught up with the modern culture, will he ever understand her?

This story is rated a veryhard PG-13 for strong language and difficult themes involving substances, self harm, and mental illness

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“Damn, man, you need to settle yourself down.” The boy on my right frowns at me and shakes his head. “You shakin’ like a fuckin’ chihuahua over here and it’s stressin’ me out.” His long black hair is tucked behind his ears and tied back by an intricate yellow bandana. High cheekbones and dark skin reveal a native heritage--probably Navajo. He looks to be about as tall as I am and cuts an imposing figure amongst the other kids in the circle.

“Language, Jordan.” It seems like Rodriguez might be losing his grip on the group already. “Let’s get back on topic.”

“Depression.” The dark-skinned girl, Alexis, has a notepad of her own and seems to be taking a very detailed account of the session. “Elliot Bishop was just talking about his depression.”

“Please, we all have fuckin’ depression.” Jordan rolls his eyes and suddenly my throat tightens up and a stinging sensation inside threatens to well up in my eyes.

“Jesus Christ, give him a fucking break, Jordan! Remember your first day? Sorry, Jesus” Dark-haired girl waves up at the bloody portrait on the wall with an apologetic expression, before rounding on Jordan, who has his arms crossed into his leather vest, one clubby boot parked on the opposite knee as if daring me to challenge him. She suddenly gets to her feet and claps loudly to get everyone's attention, much to Rodriguez’s visible displeasure. “Everyone needs to chill out a little, okay? The first time in Group is hard enough without you guys getting all up in his shit. Sorry, Julian--language, I know.” She looks at each one of those gathered around the circle before her eyes land on me. “Well, at least you get an honest introduction to this madhouse.”

"From: Lost, To: The Universe" invites readers to embark on a cosmic odyssey through the intertwined destinies of Elliot Bishop and Quinn Langley. In the arid expanses of Sunview, a desert town nestled off the interstate, seventeen-year-old Elliot finds refuge in the boundless wonders of astronomy, a sanctuary from a horrific shadow that scars his past. Across the celestial tapestry, Quinn blazes her own trail, a rebel spirit tethered to the scars of her history. As they navigate the labyrinth of their shared vulnerabilities, their paths converge in the crucible of group therapy, where the constellations of their lives intersect. Through the echo of their struggles, Elliot and Quinn discover that while the universe offers infinite vistas, true liberation lies in confronting the gravitational pull of their own stories. Join them on a voyage of self-discovery, where the stars illuminate the way home.

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I WILL, I SWEAR I WILL FINISH THIS OFF!! PROMISE!!~WELCOME AND ENJOY~Please Tell me if any of you have ideas for next part!!

This is a letter I wrote to the Canadian Government for Have a Heart Day 2024. I am asking the government to stop discriminating against First Nations children, to stop giving them inadequate services, education, and support, to stop treating them unequally compared to non-Indigenous children, and to stop taking them away from their loving families. I really hope that you read my letter and that you either copy paste it or write your own, and email the Canadian government yourself.

A -sometimes- uplifting sequel about growing up, conquering generational trauma and learning to love yourself, even if you don't know who you are yet. Things are looking up for Luna- a new girlfriend, a supportive new family and a job she kind-of tolerates. But when a childhood friend's wedding brings Luna back to her home town of Sanford, Luna has to deconstruct her trauma while dodging the advances of her well-meaning but problematic former church friends.

"It's Not What You See on the Outside, but the Beauty and Magic That's buried Beneath"

Makenzie's parents are getting a divorce. To make him and his sister, Minka feel better about the divorce their Mom decides to take them to her grandpa's old cabin in the woods for the summer. There Minka flourishes with other kids that live in the other cabins around the forest, but Makenzie sticks to exploring on his own. One day he was looking over at one section of a spring that ran all over the forest. When he fell in, he struggled to get his head above the water since his foot was caught in the rocks. When Silas saves him, they meet over and over again having great adventures as Silas show Makenzie the wonders and beauty of the forest and springs that run through it. But Silas has a secret that is getting harder to hide as Makenzie and Him get closer together. Soon they meet new friends and have given greater adventures till conflict arises and they have to work together to keep everyone safe.

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Sometimes just a word or sentence said by somebody holds unbelievable value in your life but what if till the point that they turn into nightmares?People might think I have gone crazy or lost my mind but I know it's not true because the dreams of the people who once lived whisper to me every night about 'The Dreams of The Dead'​​​​​​​

Sad poems from personal experience

So, the children of the prophecy have made it to the shores of Hilgaria. They’ve traveled a long way from their homes. Now that they have figured out where they need to go next, they just have to get there. But there’s just one problem; a body of water stands in their way. The Waters of Abdomes. Ifthey make it across these waters they still have to get to Duelgestein and claim the prize that must not be named.

But with their friend, Skylar, presumably dead, they don’t know what to do. They also have a friend who could be part of the prophecy as well. But Luke isn’t so quick to accept the replacement of someone he loves. And he holds out hope she’s out there somewhere.

With Boromir dead, they can finally relax. Fewer attacks are being brought on them since the Dueglesteiner’s leadership is gone.

But can they make it? Will they find the prize?

Or will they fail and die trying?