In the midst of a tumultuous senior year, Samantha navigates the complexities of her new life in downtown Portland with her siblings, following their estranged father's sudden return. Her plan for a peaceful year is derailed when she unintentionally disrupts the revenge plans of Caleb and his gang. As she becomes entangled in their web of secrets and pretenses, Samantha must confront her own trust issues and learn to forgive. With the pressures of Crystal High's social hierarchy, bullies, and past regrets bearing down on her, Samantha turns to her faith for guidance. One misstep could have disastrous consequences. Will she find a way to overcome the chaos and find answers to her never-ending questions? ~~~ "I'll do it. I'll be your slave. Just leave her alone." I said to the four of them while glaring at Cecilia who was shaking her head vigorously. Smirking, Caleb leaned closer to my right ear. "Fine. You'll be our slave." His breath fanned my earlobe. "In every way." ~~~ Keywords: Bully, Hierarchy, Adventure, High school drama, Growth in Christ, Christian teens.

God created everything? The professor asked. "Yes sir", the student replied. The professor answered, "If God created everything, then God created evil since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are then God is evil". The student became quiet before such an answer. The professor was quite pleased with himself and boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth. Another student raised his hand and said, "Can I ask you a question professor?" "Of course", replied the professor. The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?" "What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young man's question. The young man replied, "In fact sir, cold does not exist.

After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted