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POETRY ECHOES OFF HER TONGUE 2016, revolved © POETRY | 3

A collection of poems from who I used to be. All writings belong to me, myself and I.

The Odyssey (Greek: Ὀδύσσεια Odýsseia] in Classical Attic) is one of two major ancient Greek epic poems attributed to Homer. It is, in part, a sequel to the Iliad, the other work ascribed to Homer. The Odyssey is fundamental to the modern Western canon, and is the second-oldest extant work of Western literature; the Iliad is the oldest. Scholars believe the Odyssey was composed near the end of the 8th century BC, somewhere in Ionia, the Greek coastal region of Anatolia. The poem mainly focuses on the Greek hero Odysseus (known as Ulysses in Roman myths), king of Ithaca, and his journey home after the fall of Troy. It takes Odysseus ten years to reach Ithaca after the ten-year Trojan War. In his absence, it is assumed Odysseus has died, and his wife Penelope and son Telemachus must deal with a group of unruly suitors, the Mnesteres (Greek: Μνηστῆρες) or Proci, who compete for Penelope's hand in marriage.

❝O Romeo Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?❞ ❝I'm right here.❞ ∘∘∘ As her senior year comes to a close, ultra-feminist theater extraordinaire Amelia Delaney Windham wishes to go out with a graceful bow in her final stage production at Waverly Prep. The only problem: this year's play is Romeo and Juliet. Worst of all, she's stuck playing doe-eyed Juliet, with a Romeo whom she passionately despises more than the play itself. (The feeling is rather mutual.) Another possible problem: she may or may not be falling in love with her best friend.

"You mean your entire college career depends on me?" Axel laughs, his eyes twinkling. "Maybe..." I grumble, keeping my eyes on the floor. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." ••••• In the college of UCLA, there's one man who runs the show. Axel McSmith, the star quarter back of the football team. With girls constantly dropping at his feet and his twinkling blue eyes, Skylar Black is not looking forward to the next three months. Due to her volunteer hours not adding up, Skylar has to be taught by Axel how to cook or else she doesn't graduate. It's a nightmare to end all nightmares. But why should she be scared? It's only her whole future relying on the reckless QB... ••••• #1 Chicklit #1 Teen fiction #3 Romance

An outgoing country boy. A wallflower jock. And a completely off-limits relationship. ** Aspiring artist Kade Turner is the new kid at school, imported into the big city from countryside town Greensboro. With his accent and his dad being the insanely popular coach of the varsity football team, Kade had no hopes of going unnoticed. But, no worries. Although he doesn't blend in easily like the brush strokes on his many canvasses, he had no problems making friends with everyone. Well, everyone except this one guy. For some reason Atticus, the Running Back of the football team and his brand new stepbrother, wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Kade doesn't understand why and is determined to get closer to him for his Dad's sake. But when Kade finally finds out what Atticus' problem is, rather than solving anything it only complicates their 'brothers' status even more.

[ This story was written in less than 30 Days - Winner of November NaNoWriMo project ] Delilah Rose (the actual Devil from actual Hell) sucks at keeping relationships afloat. In desperate attempt to win the heart back of Ryland Woods, a moody, teenage boy from Earth who dumped her ugly persona in the first place, the Devil forms into a seventeen-year-old girl and crashes back to his planet in hope to make him fall in love with her one more time--but for a greater reason than lust. Try measuring the stakes on a universe-saving scale. A comedy where a spirit, hell-ish world meets teenage angst and first world problems. cover by @naramatilda +++ Don't be afraid of us: the Boys of the Dark. We own hearts that starve in the shadows, and soak in the filth of our past. We wear hollowed boned smiles and burn everything to make the warmth last. Ever since you left, its always cold in the dark.

|| HIGHEST RANKS: #13 in HUMOR #79 in TEEN FICTION || If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way... It's pretty simple: 1) Don't get caught 2) Always have a Plan B 3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life! Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it. In the book of being BAD there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination... Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you. Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff. Number three: You aren't bad until quite frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy. ~*~ "I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face. I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "So...?" He says after a couple seconds of silence. "So what?" "So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasing on the stupid name. His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite. I smirked, "Then find me one." Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off. "I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into licorice," he scoffs. "Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play." ~*~ When two very unlikely paths cross, it turns into chaos, vengeance and the ultimate revenge schemes. Has Blade Collins finally met his match? Or has he met the devil himself in the form of a high school girl? One, who he didn't even know existed only twenty minutes ago. But now he does, and what's left to do... but finish the war that has started.