Another chapter of my fairly good progessing book.

The story of a 12 year old boy.

Do I wish that this was true, I must be crazy for dreaming such a dream, and it is at these times that I fully understand her reasoning. We All Fall Down… broken hearts, giving in to our sin, or even death; a straight line in the direction of down.

Uh…….

Hsc stylised crime fiction creative writing.

Questions I came up with and would like to ask a child killer.

My idea for acid rooms was originally meant to be either in written or drawn form. I came up with it at my friend’s house staring off into space and imagining rooms that take on lives of their own, where some can be a feeling whether emotional or of the five senses, a memory that replays over an over, a person, a place, anything really. The idea was to imagine what walking through her house would be like on acid where things are distorted and reality is unreal. This however turned into something completely different and is a series I am still working on, this is the first part.

This poem entitled "ETERNITY," which I wrote when I was 15 years old was rewritten when I was 25 years old. It was made longer from the original composition. I just happened to find it among my old collection of writing. I hope the readers will appreciate it.

This poem is about the trayvon martin case and its racial undertones. How we should all be one people.

10 Murder Most Phenomenal.