Katie_Eliza

A selection of poems and lyrics written as I journeyed through my teenage years. Some I am still proud of today, others aren't as amazing. All of them are a truth that I felt at a younger age. The cover is a self-portrait painting I did when I was 17. Warning: Many of these are dark in tone and content. Be careful if you are triggered by abstract themes of death, murder, suicide, fear and/or heartbreak. Excerpt: Sanity breaks Minds left to rage People murder and make A torn, stained page Written to die Read to remember Forgotten instantly Left for forever…

Katie_Eliza

What happens when a Utopian world becomes Dystopian?Set in a parallel world in the not-to-far-away-future, this is a log of how just a handful of people brought an entire world to it's knees. [To be written after The Sniper of Arille]…

Katie_Eliza

Analogue Days is a photo series of mine that looks at the world around me now through the lens of an old camera. This book is a sister project where I express my experiences and thoughts through prose.The current idea is that there is a book created each season, either that or bi-annually.Both projects have a casual, unforced time frame, allowing me to update as my creative needs allow. All photos used in the making of this book are mine. All Rights Reserved.…

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The High Councillor of Arille has set her sights on Rhia and the young sniper must use every bit of her wit and skills to navigate the dangerous world that she is thrust into. But that quickly becomes the least of her problems when a new race of people appear with powers beyond comprehension. Why are they here and why is their Ambassador stalking her?!==========="Who the hell do you think you are?!" I growled into his face, pushing him into the gilded wall. I held my knife against his throat, ready to press down should he try anything.Frustratingly he simply shrugged and grinned, perfectly calm considering he and I both knew I could kill him in one move. For a heartbeat nothing was said, and his breath fanned my face as we stared at each other. Then his ice blue eyes flickered, as if coming to a decision. The moment he spoke for the first time, a foreign lilt to his tone, my hair stood on end."I am your next target."…