Newfoundland Folklore.

Acrostic English love sonnet about a flower.

I just took some time to think about things and now I’m writing an article about it I guess.
Don’t flame.
Use your time for something useful, go get a girlfriend and buy her flowers or something.

A sobering experience.

A very short story about an intoxicated vicar entering an off licence.

Drinking alcohol is bad for ones health.

A poem about my lack of sleep.

I wanted to be a part of you, to be one with you. A need that consumes my very existence. Your presence haunts me so.

You would be surprised if you knew what the secrets of the night were. Under the cover of darkness and while most of our world is asleep, there are secret things happening. Come with us and discover the secrets of the night now.

Getting ready for high school, six am, desperate and dejected.