A poem about a bushfire.

A poem about being someplace really nice. fo’ real.

I took a swallow at the drug.

All this time I have been living a lie, not believing in myself.

I know 697 is missing, but there are two 772…

A young man is shown the gruesome side of this Earth. The monsters of our realm are all make believe to some, but then there are others…The one’s who can see. These are the one’s who defend. They keep us from paranormal harm’s way as much as they can. This is the story of one young man’s journey into the concealed mysteries of our own planet.

A few more poems for fun, enjoy.

The first ten lines of this poem have successive increments of one word per line. So the first line has one word, the second has two, the third has three and so on. This poem reflects a week where I don’t get to see my girlfriend on our usually Friday evening slots. And no, skype doesn’t count.

A story I’m going to enter in the contest at my school. The theme is "Bending Reality" This is about a young girl who’s experienced tragedy, and, well, you’ll have to read the rest. All comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is accepted. Thank and enjoy!

Read this fun, easy, essay.