A short story about a hostile apocalypse.

Writing habit makes us happy, healthy and refreshed. Whenever you wish, you can write.

A cinquain poem.

Heart and brain sometimes don’t compromise each other. The first speaks and listen to reasons ,the latter doesn’t know and don’t listen to reason, it has its own reason which reason itself doesn’t know.

Poem written from my personal journal.

The universe is endless. It scares me. Can you imagine how there is infinity amount of planets, and galaxies. What everyone learns, is that everything has an end, nothing is continuos forever. Life comes to an end. This is the diary of Lieutenant Ashley Wilson.

Your diary told of a broken man.

Temple City’s 140mph winds knocked down power lines of 75% of the city; this, is my journey.

Anne Frank a girl with full of hope.

These were some things I never finished/ didn’t want to send in to the PTA Reflections Contest.