Sitting on the cold hard surface of the hospital table, she looked at the newly polished wood flooring. Hearing the door open she glanced up. The look on the doctors face was grim as Gloria was handed two small pamflets. She looked down at them ( Read more... )

This is my new journal. I've been telling my-self I'd get one of these for awhile now, and I just now goto to it. Well, I'm not sure how long I'll keep this up. My rents might make me delete it. Whatever though, I'll just take up writing in my comp journal agian. Oh yeah. I know this ain't "poetic" and all that jazz, but It's my first one and today ( Read more... )