The novel depicts the plight of the French peasantry demoralized by the French aristocracy in the years leading up to the revolution, the corresponding brutality demonstrated by the revolutionaries toward the former aristocrats in the early years of the revolution, and many unflattering social parallels with life in London during the same time period. It follows the lives of several protagonists through these events. The most notable are Charles Darnay and Sydney Carton. Darnay is a former French aristocrat who falls victim to the indiscriminate wrath of the revolution despite his virtuous nature, and Carton is a dissipated English barrister who endeavors to redeem his ill-spent life out of his unrequited love for Darnay's wife. Cover art done by @orangedusk

The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Two cousins and roommates, Nia and Tyler, live a pretty mediocre life. They reside in Houston, Texas where they both attend Texas Southern University. Quirky Nia decides to throw loquacious Tyler a birthday bash for her 22nd. Suddenly, after the two girls meet what seems like their dream guys (Chris Brown & Quincy Combs) at the party, their lives' take a topsy turvy ride for the best. Love and lust will blossom. Secrets will be unleashed. Revenge will be a dish best served cold. Drama will be knocking at their door left and right. Join Chris, Quincy, Tyler, and Nia as they find themselves while encountering many enthralling adventures in We Just Us!

...I'm doing it. I'm going to do what I've been cogitating- premeditating this for years. Will they notice if I'm gone? Will they care? I don't know... But, I do know this. I don't. Not anymore... They say this "isn't the way out,", "ask for help", "I'm there when you need me,". Lies, all piles of damn lies just to get you off their consciences'...Hmm, don't you hate when someone asks: "Are you okay?", when in reality they want you to reply with a pitiful "yeah", or a solemn head nod just to seem like a "good" person and get you off their shoulders when they know they don't care if you sobbed 'til the break of dawn? Yeah, me too. I'm tired of the psuedo sincerity. Treacherously, I'm aware of all the pains of tomorrow. And to be honest, I do not want to endure them any longer. The stinging wind pierced my skin like a flight of atmospheric needles. I peered over the bridge and asked myself, "Is life worth it?" . The grey clouds weeped merely from above. A numb feeling possesed me. Unlike the clouds, I wept no more, for my well of tears had run dry. The murky water below the bridge swayed in a calm, mirthless fashion. Serenity within myself will never be established, for the soul reaches enternal damnation if taken by itself. Shit, being here on this earth is eternal damnation if you ask me. If hell is my destination, then it's time to burn baby burn. In this moment though, for once in my life I'll be able to fly like a wingless bird... ©All Rights Reserved