A sixteen-year-old me had run into the garden just as wild as her surroundings, with messy tears running down her cheeks and found the best thing in her life.

The crowd starts to quiet down and warm up for a fantastic night. My cue is seconds away, feet aching and stomach tied in knots. But there’s no time to think about pain. As I run into the blinding lights, you see grace and beauty. I feel fire.

The blood is everywhere, reeking of death. It trails to that door one drop, one drag at time.

As a teenager, I never thought I would have to care about politics until I was older. In my world, politics was just something that I didn’t have to worry about. And that was the problem. 

The battle between the greats.

A dark YA fantasy with something even better than gore. Descriptive gore.

Make your own sweet and tiny goodness.

Never heard of  the “jazz queen?” Here are my recommendations for new Laufey listeners.

Have you ever wanted to see the code that makes you unique?

All parts to developing a memorable lead.

Grab your favorite yarn and get ready to crochet your very own fluffy octopus—from little keychains to soft plushies, this fun pattern is how it all started for me, and now it’s your turn!

What had begun as a summer filled with happy memories turned into a scene of loss and misery.