When it rains it pours.

Since time began there have always been wars. The why’s of these wars aren’t really for you and I to understand. However, when you loose a husband, wife, or child, we have to wonder why, and will these wars ever stop?

Love poem. confessions.

Story about peak oil.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. In the night of death, tears shed, hope is releases into a star:

When I first started reading through books then, I can’t even imagine I can come across a book like magic bullets. I was gushed when I first read this book that is published in thousands of miles away from my location. At that time I have no seduction feeling in me.

A story written for a random name, setting, plot assignment in an eleventh grade honors english class.

My favorite hero.

First extract from my ongoing story, ideas are welcome.

What can you learn from the death of a friend?