She flipped through the pages of her apps, as if Apple made an app for “Escape from a deserted island.

She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There Was A Girl

He loves me, he loves me not. How many flowers must I kill before he loves me?” ~He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

The house burned in the fire. Her house. Her prison of lies and of denial. Her American dream turned nightmare.”~Unbreakable Heart

Haunted by demons of the past, hounded by demons not yet met, the nevermore and evermore left her little peace.” ~A Tale of Two Women

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. ‘Show me what it looked like, before the fire.’ His request surprised me, but I did as he...

In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn’t the only one mourning the loss of a dream. “I’m sorry.” ‘You’re not alone, I just wanted...

Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it.

She refused to be one of those girls who fell for a pretty face that just white-washed a total jack-ass underneath. She could ogle, but she would not fall until she knew he deserved her.