I had just gotten on the bus for school when it happened. Many would say that I'm over dramatic because of my reaction. Sure, it's not the worst thing to happen to people, but who cares? It's unwarranted...

The siren cried out for help, begging God for a mercy he was unwilling to give. Everybody knew the end was coming. Washington had sounded the alarm as soon as the missiles were detected, but nobody wanted...

The house was the same as when she had left it. The long strands of ivy had continued to claw their way up the stones of the home. The backyard lay ridden with weeds, accompanied by some ancient farming...

The New Girl   Once upon an ignorant girl She believed her life had hit its highest peak, But she knew little, this ignorant girl That this peak was the highest of the smallest summits And...

Attention all! In case you weren't previously aware, the novel written by Rachel St. Louis, A Daisy for Hannah Jane, was completed in June of 2018! After self-editing over the summer, the story has been...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane   Chapter XXXI Charlie never thought of himself as a bad guy. He never knew the path of his life had been shunned by the nuns who still haunted his youngest son’s...

Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XXX So, just like that, Harriet ordered Mr. Jamison into a bath the moment he put his foot through the threshold. As a reply, he gave her a flirtatious grin. Caleb stepped...

Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XXIX I held my breath when I looked in the direction of Mrs. Jamison’s perusal. I wanted to know what the big deal was when I heard two people whispering to each other...

I refuse to see you when I’m awake, And only my dreams seem to provide solace from you. But the thing is, I dream of you. Your eyes Your smile Your laugh, But really I dream of how...

Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XXVIII One word was fogging my mind for the longest time. Reconciliation. Reconciliation. Reconciliation. Guess what? Reconciliation! Which meant my grandmother was constantly...

Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter XXVII As the rain fell, I listened to its soft song that tapped my eyelashes. I shoved the letter into the mailbox with hopes higher than the bar I’d already raised....