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A collection of my poetry that I decide to share

NOT FINISHED "You were my muse..." "And you were my inspiration..."

A tongue-in-cheek sort of mocking of popular book tropes. This is sorta my side project, but I hope that it'll make y'all chuckle :)

The last of the Fire Walkers, Kalama just lost her family, her friends, and the life she knew before. All that’s left for her now is revenge--and she’s ready to cross the country dodging wind-breathers, earth-shakers, and water-breakers to get it.

After a brush with death, Emilynne Bradford gains the ability to see him. Now, she will have to guard her heart from Death’s cool touch, lest her feelings betray her and he sneak her sister’s life out from beneath her guard.

We are SPCTER Agents. Human, but just barely. Born with gifts and trained for combat against the villans that torment this city and the world. The things I have seen are terrible. The things I have done are worse. But worst of all, I'm starting to forget who the true villains are. A new teaser is available in Chapter 9.

This is just some poetry I've written up in the last couple of months. I'm new to writing poetry, so please be nice.

When Air suddenly becomes the War Queen of Candyland (against her will, she might add), it looks like her future is filled with ball gowns and war rooms--if she can stay ahead of the assassin hiding in the shadows of the Peppermint Palace, that is.

What do you get when you throw a dozen flying pieces of paper, a writer, a cyborg, a bookish tsundere, a steampunky clockmaker, a photographer, and a gay guy on a bicycle together in a tech-ridden society? BOOM you get a story. Apparently.