Here I was.

Dark/Cynical Poetry.

Young boys find discarded ammunition and bombs and try to find out if they’ll explode!

I’m not allowed to play with fire anymore. Sigh. I do so love fireworks, the yearly ritual of blowing things up legally.

By Bryan Wegman.

When child are young and feel alone, they draw close to whatever they can to get attention. The young child in the poem didn’t feel loved so she began to do whatever her father asked of her. She was looking for love, meanwhile all he wanted was some quick cash. The father and daughter are caught and taken away.

A short story where a group of rebels have second thoughts on a bombing of a corrupt state house.

This is the first chapter of the DBZ fanfiction I am writing. It has now been seven years since Volken landed on planet Circe, and this is his first major encounter…

Anything could have been happening!

War Cheers.