It seemed to be a day like any other. Jen didn’t go to school, because her mother was ill and she had to take care of her five siblings. She would have gone to the pharmacy, but her mother adviced her not to go, since she heard someone shooting in the streets this morning. Jen… Continue reading When a sorry ain’t enough
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My First Death
They say whenever a person dies they’re whole life flashes before your eyes. My first love, John, died and I don’t know what he saw but I saw not only him sweat his sweet blood but everything…. From the first time I layed eyes upon him untill the second his limp body ly in my… Continue reading My First Death
My First Death
They say whenever a person dies they’re whole life flashes before your eyes. My first love, John, died and I don’t know what he saw but I saw not only him sweat his sweet blood but everything…. From the first time I layed eyes upon him untill the second his limp body ly in my… Continue reading My First Death
Give A Little
Detroit darkness in the snow the life we lead is just so-so the stench of death blood and hate adds to the fears that won’t abate
Chris. Statistic: 24m, California, writer/philosopher
I read a few things on this site, and I liked what I saw. Seems like the general topic is about creative writing/suffering. I’ve suffered a little (major depression, I’m medicated now), and I love writing creatively, so I added this one onto my favorites.