A Poem for a Day

THIRTEEN REASONS WHY

Well i just want a Writers Badge cause i think it looks nice and i want to try out this Novel i saw

äham äham i like my second personality called Peter

let it rain everyday

Life, for Nidhi was a journey from one mask to another. She was happy or cold, crazy at times, reckless at others, funny and talkative or silent and broody, indifferent or charming, juggling across names and personas. She walked on and on, but ended up at the same places, only to realize the path was one big wide circle. One of those days, the fine thread that held , everything she deemed unrequited, locked away, snaps. Time to face herself. This is Nidhy's journey through self deception, identity crisis, depression, failures, towards reality, dreams, success and love. She sets out to see the world, meet people, to share, to learn, to rebel, to redeem, to find, to create a space and an identity for herself. ....... excerpt...... I was craving some grilled sandwich, since afternoon. So, as soon as the clock struck five, I set out , to my newest favourite sandwich shop in the city. I was the first customer of the day. The owner along with her friends who were having a conversation welcomed me and I placed my order. They decided to invite me into the conversation and I decided to play my usual game. Lost Tourist :) " your name ? "Anjana" I flashed my most innocent smile. They all introduced themselves. "so, are you from outside Kerala ? " You see, my accent is the biggest aid to my disguises. No one, ever, believes that I understand and speak Malayalam, even though am a native who never even travelled outside the state. "no. am from Mumbai" I lie easily. "oh, where in Mumbai ?" the handsomest hunk "ahhhhm, Andheri ??" "that's great" says the owner who goes straight into the kitchen to bring the chef back with her. " he is also from Andheri " Am already struck in the head. What's the possibility of meeting a person from a place you randomly choose ???? "aha...!" I give him a stiff smile. No, don't ask me questions. I would never say Andheri in this lifetime, I swear! "Andheri West or East ?" now the chef. Can I take it back ? Can I ? How would I know if Andheri has west , east, south or north...? I mean, generally there are four directions,,,,,,sigh,,, let's take a pic. "Andheri west" "awesome, I was born and brought up in there . So where exactly in Andheri west ?" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Attic Vista

One young girl moves to a new town with her mother and step-father only to discover that she has been lied to her entire life. Secrets lie within her that will surprise everyone, including the ones who created the mystery and seek to destroy her. Attic Vista is created by Rebecca Graf, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Black Sheep

Jeannie is called to her mother's bedside where she lies dying. She cannot avoid the interactions with her siblings and the secrets that lay. Her mother, Sara, has a past that would explain all but only the reader can see deep within the past to understand the secrets and why they are the way they are. A story of family drama and secrets. The Black Sheep is created by Rebecca Graf, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

BEST ENEMY, WORST LOVER

Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. A Poo Poo Kind of Morning I tried not to look down the mouth of hell staring back at me from inside the glaringly pristine outer ceramic shell of the white throne, my throat catching, stomach doing half flips and a rather impressive rollover routine that would have gotten at least a 9.5 even from the Russian judges. Instead, I forced myself to smile and swallow and remind myself the elbow length yellow rubber gloves grasping the handle of the standard issue plunger were all that stood between me and Pooageddon. Suck it up, Fee. Big girl panties and adulting and all that. “At what point,” I waved the dripping plunger, wincing as droplets of yuck flew, “did I think owning a bed and breakfast was going to be glamorous and romantic?” Fiona Fleming is in so much trouble. Her recently inherited bed and breakfast might not actually be hers thanks to the underhanded misdealings of the local real estate bully. Despite her grandmother's last will and testament, Fee might me out of luck and on the street before she even gets settled. But when her new enemy floats belly up in her koi pond, she's the prime suspect in his murder! Can she uncover who the real killer is before the smoking hot new sheriff puts her behind bars instead of asking her out on a date? Dive into book one of the Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries, and don't miss the exciting sequels!

Unicus: Memories of Us; Remembered by Me

Some things you just don't forget even though you wish you could. That is the memories kept in our minds; memories that don't leave us no matter what; and I wished it will really not. Memories made by me with all the people I spent my days. Though I don't know if it will last forever, I hoped that these people will cherish our memories as well. -------------------------------------------------------------------- This is not a novel but a compilation of all the poems I've created. Hope you'll like it. -love ella-