Charlie is just an ordinary girl, or is she? She lives in the city with her best friends, where mysterious murders keep happening and people keep disappearing without a trace. Planes are falling from the sky and trains are derailing. The people are oblivious to what is happening, even the police are left clueless. The city believes it's a serial killer, but others believe it's terrorism. No one actually knows just how widespread it is, though it's everyone's worst nightmare.
How would you feel if life as you knew it faded away or turned out it was just a lie? The world has their eyes open, yet no one sees the truth. Not Charlie, her eyes are wide open, and she sees it all!
I am what they call a hybrid writer and new to the business. I have always enjoyed writing but never gave it any serious thought until 2016 when I started writing “The Darkest Side of the Moon.” Before that I mainly wrote poetry which has been published through The American Poet Society and is in their library. I also wrote lyrics for a few of paramounts musicians which is up for grabs in their country catalogue. Currently I'm working on 5 books, including the sequel to The Darkest Side of the Moon. I try to help animals as much as I can. I feed the strays in my area everyday, but there is too many to keep up to, I also have a line of products on redbubble for that very cause. I love Animals, nature, music, movies, and art of all forms. My dream is to be living somewhere with a view, where i can build my animal santurary, and a back yard for my puppy.
This is an OMG moment for them, they have never seen anything like it nor could they imagine it.
What if your world was up against a threat no one else could see?
Would you fight for them?
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The Darkest Side of the Moon
A temple stood in its place. An ungodly screech surrounded them as everything unfroze, and time started again. The shifters didn’t look human anymore. Charlie gasped. She had never seen anything like it before. The bullet wounds were now gone. The shifters had self-healed. Standing six-foot-five, they scanned the area for the group. Their large lizard-like tails swung in the air, hitting trees like a baseball bat, sending vibrations through the air.