This entire journey was taken on a roller coaster. Because for one moment, I finally know who I am, then I have to deal with the “loss” of a part of me every time I plummet down to earth. I have been cornered into seeking out opinions that don’t belong to me or my co-authors because we have entered a maze that is too complicated to get out of.So here’s the story.During sophomore year in...

What I’m about to write isn’t for people to feel bad for me, or anything like that. There’s no point. And I’m not like that. It’s just a story. I can’t say that it’s a simple one, because for me, it literally took everything from me. That hope, that a child has in their heart, vanished from within. A rug was pulled from underneath me and I fell, down, down. The joy, the deep passion,...

The respect you hold upon yourself drops as each day takes a step away from us. The respect from others towards you has fallen into competition with the ones that betray. You have sunk to the level of the ones that are weak, the wavering, and the ones that breathe in worthlessness and exhale lies. Life has come to show, that self-pity is a symbol, is a representation of the ones that have had...

This entire time, as I walk through the path of the wavering darkness and light that is life, I see things on the sidelines that send a violent chill up my spine. I see the pain and misery that won’t seem to go away in life, that always manages to come out of the clear blue sky and rain tears down on me, since I cannot cry my own. I see the monsters that threaten to eat me whole, the wolves that...

Bloody RosesI can scarcely stand it. Working, three years on something I love so much that it became a part of me. Only to have it shoved back in my face - coldheartedly. The books that my sister/coauthor wrote and are still writing shot a claiming chain into our hearts. The farther I try to step away from writing and our book – our blood, the farther my heart gets ripped out of my chest. The...

It’s been a long time, since the midnight breeze has made me feel free and lost in my own world. Lately, the midnight moon just manages to vanish behind the dark, masking clouds of terror, and bewilderment. Leaving me to roam around, trying to find my way back to the life that I once knew. Possibly, something better will happen, maybe that’s why I don’t feel like anything is making sense –...

I could have sworn that when my sisters and I wrote “The Puppet Show” a brilliant idea for a book we thought up off the tops of our heads in 45 minutes in an aerobics class. I thought that we might go somewhere – especially after we self-published it. Yet, it seems that instead we just got stuck in sands of time, one that takes everything out of person. At the age of fifteen, the three of us...

When a relationship dies, the body must be buried, deep, deep into the ground with the casket nailed shut. Over the casket will be the soil, and in the soil new life will grow. Your new life, the life that will start to flourish and bloom after the casket of the dead relationship is buried and forgotten. A colorful, beautiful and rare jungle will start to grow, the breathtaking flowers will bloom....

Freshman in high school, that's when I first started writing, like seriously. I mean spending hours on the computer (estimated 7) writing. I wrote my first novel (Blue Roses) and I am now working on the sequels to it.And at the present, I have started a new novel, with my sister. Marisa . The novel that we wrote together – the trilogy - is now published. It’s called ‘The Puppet Show,’...