Ding! A quiet chime rang out from my phone on the small table next to me. I put my paintbrush between my teeth and grabbed it, checking the message. The smile that spread across my face almost made me drop the paintbrush. Someone had bought one of my Grand Canyon pieces. I set the paintbrush down on my palette and leaped up, almost knocking my head on the roof of the van.

I practically skipped to ...

Zoe has a score to settle, and no one is going to stop her. But that might be hard when Infrared agents are hunting her wherever she goes. Now that she knows the truth behind her father’s death, she is determined to bring down the organization that killed him. Still, after a narrow escape, she begins to think revenge is something she won’t be able to accomplish alone.

Logan has his own demons to f...

In this dystopian world, everyone is so obsessed with anti-aging that they make others do it too. That what I learned a few weeks ago, when I crouched by the door to the kitchen, pressing my ear to the thick wood in an attempt to eavesdrop on the three people gathered around the table. My parents and my grandfather. Their voices were quiet, but growing more animated.

“I’m one of the only people l...

Her cloak drags through petals

Blood-red petals

Blood-red roses

Blood-red cloak

Red is the color of death

Her grandmother loved red

She said

Red is vibrant

Red is vivid

Red is life

Red isn’t life anymore

Red hasn’t been life

Since grandmother’s death

Red was life when grandmother lived

Red is death now

When grandmother is dead

Blood-red petals on the path

Blood-red roses on the grave

Blood-red...