We no longer exist. What do they think of what we left behind?

A Poem about this Rainy Day, and hamburgers.

We took the time to go to a real burger joint today for lunch. I was craving a hamburger but we decided not to go to Mickey D’s. We found an ad for a cool place that made half pound burgers and didn’t skimp out on the toppings. It was so good.

Step up the ‘yum’ factor in your burger with this tasty burger recipe.

A poem about hamburgers.

A simple French menu for a restaurant I thought of.

My short story about two black bears from the poor streets of San Francisco. Enjoy, but it wouldve been better if I could write more, but I have limits for the contest.

A parody of Stephen Crane’s "Fast Rode the Knight"

Many people die because of high cholesterol.

Not all of us have a natural inclination to love.