“Let me listen to me and not to them.”
— Gertrude Stein.

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” — Saul Bellow.

Jentry sat up from where he was laying on the ground; he looked at the motionless bodies of his sister and the boy. Lisa’s eyes opened and her lifeless body suddenly arched into the air as her life forced returned to her fragile shell. Looking up at her brother tears flowing down her face, she asked. Were we both really dead or was this some awful dream? Then looking over at young White Wolf who still lay motionless beside them on the ground, Lisa realized that it was not a dream! She moved over to where the child’s body was and lifted the boy up cradling him in her arms while holding him close to her. Why? Why did it have to end like this? Why was but a child given such a huge responsibility? She asks.

The sixth chapter of Gangsta’s Paradise.

This is Chapter one of a novel I started about a teenage girl.

What are the chapters of your life? How do you decided it is a time for a new chapter?

Everything that comes together that falls apart…

Everything that comes together falls apart…

Story writing.

What is this world for?