The Guardians

My compilation of poems, letters, and speeches... mostly about love and angst. "Poetry is what makes me open... It clears my thoughts, letting me express what I feel deep inside... It's harmonic and mellow like a magical lullaby..."

Dorian thought coming back home would be simple. But when Adrien reappears in her life, everything she trusted is challenged. He's the friend she loves, the one she trusts but he carries secrets darker than she could imagine. A mysterious building, whispered rituals, and impossible choices . One friendship. One heart. One night that could change everything. Contains suspense, dark secrets, and the consequences of extreme belief. All fictional.

Oren Hale discovers a memorial page for a boy who died four years ago and cannot explain why the photo looks exactly like him. After that, ordinary life starts to feel staged, like he is walking through a story someone else wrote. His tutor, Ayara, is smart, guarded, and dangerously easy to talk to. Their sessions shift into something riskier: honesty, which only makes the rest of the world feel stranger by comparison. As Oren tries to understand where the dead boy ends and he begins, the people closest to him keep steering him away from the truth. But the more he looks, the clearer it becomes: one of these lives is real, and the other is a mistake. He just doesn't know which one. AWARDS ~ Third Place for Best Romantic Pairing - The Triquetra Awards ~ Second Place for Best Prologue - The Triquetra Awards REVIEWS Just exceptional writing skills - David of INFERENCE

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🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all. ─ᛰ─ In the elder days before mortal kings etched their borders into stone, before time was measured by crowns and conquests, when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory, there came upon our people an age of quiet sundering. It was a time when Giants still walked the high places, when Dragons passed like storms along the horizons, and when Elven Folk shared the world with mortals under treaties older than memory. Yet even then, doubt found root. In those days there arose among mortals a whispering hunger, seeded by those who wore borrowed faces. The Changeling Wizards, who fed fear as if it were wisdom. Convincing mortal kings, the magic of the elves no longer served them. What had once been shared truth became superstition. What had once been kinship became a war of wills. From that hour, the old goodwill ended. Thus the space between our peoples widened, until the old paths closed and we were pressed back into the frost-bitten heights of our ancestral lands. And what would happen next would leave the old world in the silent throes of an uneasy realization that all was not as it seemed... A time when love and acceptance became fear and those fears bred greed. Greed bred forgetting. And forgetting became blame. But in that age arose two souls. One born of mortal blood, one of mortal grace. Who chose to stand where others turned away. Alvaro, and Daniela of the western shores, whose names the stone itself remembers. ─ᛰ─ ONC Prompt 78 You begin to realize that things are not as they seem. 🎏 Author Comment: This tale has been designed and written for younger readers but it can be enjoyed by all.

Winner of the Unicorn Awards July and The Seasonal Awards Twilight Winner. Finalist in the Discourse Awards :) Highest #201 in Poetry, #179 in Thoughts. Thank you :) "But I guess in the end, In this world we live, Of oblivion and eternity, Of heartbreaks and tears, Who says it's hard, To lose your heart? " - Excerpt of Heart Of Glass Welcome to a collection of my poems about the feelings and of emotions we feel during various stages in our lives, dedicated to all who have felt the highs and lows of life. :)

A soul collector bound by cold logic faces a cosmic glitch when a dying puppy greets him not with fear, but with a wagging tail. ​Synopsis: In the monochromatic world of the Afterlife Assistant, his existence is a never-ending cycle of ticking names off "The List." ​Everything changes on a rainy Tuesday when 149Hub, Reaper 149 is a top-tier soul collector known for his surgical precision and lack of empathy. Accompanied by his rule-abiding encounters a discarded cardboard box. Inside isn't a human soul meauesday harvest, but a shivering, golden-furred puppy. When the creature licks his frozen hand, a spark of forbidden warmth ignites. Choosing to ignore his next high-priority target, 149 embarks on a rogue mission through the living city to find the puppy's owner. But as the clock ticks and "Soul Hunters" close in to correct his insubordination, 149 discovers that the puppy's fate is inextricably linked to the very soul he was ordered to take. Title: The Reaper's Detour Codename: Reaper 149 Genre: Urban Fantasy

Welcome to Grand Fiction Awards 2025-26, our annual writing contest!!

The stars whispered to amateur astronomer Levi, and to his alarm, one by one they disappeared within the abyss. But when he witnessed one such disappearance, the star fell to him and took a human form. Explaining Celesta's sudden appearance to suspicious townspeople became an insignificant problem when a Darkness threatened to consume the universe, one star at a time, including the one that warmed his world. A fantasy story written for the 2026 Open Novella Contest, utilizing prompt #69: The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers.

She was once a character in a deleted story, now lost and memoryless in the Library Limbo. If she wants to get her memories back, she's going to have to work on her backstory - by helping to fix some stories that have gone wrong. Now, she's forced to team up with an overly-peppy cheerleader and a guy who insists he used to be a detective. As they delve into romance, mystery, and fairy tale stories, she realizes that things might not be as simple as they seemed. All she can do is hope the next plot twist isn't her own.