Being nice to some people is not possible. Some people will take you and them down into the black spiral they are going in. And once you've helped them get out they leave you to bigger and better things without giving you a hand out of the darkness that they left you in. I should know. I have done it for 20 years. Save yourself for the other ( Read more... )

I have come to accept that I am no longer a writer. I had much to say at one time but find that I have little to say as I age. I am more about absorbing the present than ruminating in a fantasy world that no longer serves me. *sigh* I guess I just grew up and have shifted my creativity to a more physical sense ( Read more... )

Her name was Ellie and I am watching her silver casket being lowered into the ground. Tears fall easily from my eyes. It's a cold fall day and I shiver as I wrap my sweater tightly around myself. I look up and around me. There are very few people here to see her off. I guess that's what happens when you get old, everyone your age is either dead or ( Read more... )

Hidden far away from home ( Read more... )

On the lowly countryside of Bragh County lived a small lad named Henry O'Tucker. Henry lived with his mum, his brother and his sister. They lived quite happily on their farm. Henry was the man of the house at age fourteen. His father had passed away recently after the accident with the tractor ( Read more... )

Rudi hates to go home with his left ear bleeding and his right eye closed. His mother always told him to have good hygiene. She was always bantering about cleaning his ears. That morning when Rudi went to school, it was quiet and serene with a beautiful crystalline sky. Rudi loved the beauty of such mornings but he could not enjoy it. He woke up ( Read more... )

Run from the music, my child ( Read more... )

I am tied to a chair in the ( Read more... )

Trapped in black and white ( Read more... )

The ghostly brown leaves ( Read more... )