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Where the Pen Falls serves as a collection of poems which embody sentiments of love, loss, faith, rebirth, beauty,and nature. Each poem has been paired with original photograpghy capturing the essence of whatever I see as I'm writing. I hope these words bring thought and inquisition.
Six months after losing her best friend, Holly finds herself struggling to adjust at school as the people she once considered friends turn their backs on her. On her way home from a disastrous day at school, Holly unknowingly gets herself involved in a heated fued between two clans of supernatural beings. After being kidnapped by a clan led by a rude brooding vampire, she finds out their true identities and the clan is forced to take her in. She is issued the job of keeping an eye on the leader
"Her scent made every living muscle tense up, her voice brought a haunting melody to my brain. Her lips brought a sin to my soul." I've been dead since my eighteenth birthday, I lost everything in one huge blackout, everyone I loved is now gone. It was now 1869, evil exists in all of us, deny it all you want. I'm the son of it, and eternal servant of the darkness. The war between demon hunters and demons has broken into new mutiny, these violent beginnings have violent endings. I was
Where the Pen Falls serves as a collection of poems which embody sentiments of love, loss, faith, rebirth, beauty,and nature. Each poem has been paired with original photograpghy capturing the essence of whatever I see as I'm writing. I hope these words bring thought and inquisition.
Six months after losing her best friend, Holly finds herself struggling to adjust at school as the people she once considered friends turn their backs on her. On her way home from a disastrous day at school, Holly unknowingly gets herself involved in a heated fued between two clans of supernatural beings. After being kidnapped by a clan led by a rude brooding vampire, she finds out their true identities and the clan is forced to take her in. She is issued the job of keeping an eye on the leader
"Her scent made every living muscle tense up, her voice brought a haunting melody to my brain. Her lips brought a sin to my soul." I've been dead since my eighteenth birthday, I lost everything in one huge blackout, everyone I loved is now gone. It was now 1869, evil exists in all of us, deny it all you want. I'm the son of it, and eternal servant of the darkness. The war between demon hunters and demons has broken into new mutiny, these violent beginnings have violent endings. I was