She's been sick for her whole life . Now she's 18 and was brought immediatly to hospital to get thehelp she alsways needed. She can't help but wonder who this mysterious woman might want . I can tell you one thing : This unknown woman's intentions mean no good to the 18-years-old ...

This is not Eliot. There are times when it isn’t even Edward Lear (though John Donne does make a cameo appearance). What it is is very Curate’s Egg. But if you can manage to eat your way around the less palatable bits (and thereby avoid a possibly fatal case of brain-poisoning) you may find a mouthful or two that will linger in the memory for a while—and perhaps even rearrange your mental furniture by a few inches...

A little something I wrote in 2010 about love. It was originally a snippet to a story I was writing at the time, but I ended up not needing it. I feel it can stand on its own.

Children's story. The adventures of Esther, a young mouse who loves wearing her pink tutu, as she runs off to join the circus.

Poetry - Juvenile poem about a naughty duck.

Ella Bedford was different then the other kids at Raven-Town Orphanage. When-ever she was around strange things happened, like lights exploding when she entered the room. All she wanted was to find a way out of Raven Town, and not get made fun of. When her wish finally comes true, she is sent into a world of magic and illusions, and a fight for her life.

"the walls close in as cold air touches my skin I'm tired of the lies trying to pretend that I'm not dying I fake a smile luckily they don't care enough to dial into my real emotions they couldn't bare the truth if only they tried pealing through my layers to see the real me then maybe they would finally love me"

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