Fighting. Always get your health ready.

It’s about a drug addict who becomes a poet.

This is about my grandfather "D.C." that has done alot for me when I was growing up. He had a heart attack and died in March of 2008.

Time, that ever ticking clock of life, clicks on even when we feel we are standing still.

I wrote story to express my fear of things. Please a give a honest feed back.

My grandmother was a widow in 1970. Shortly after we went into the shelter for a puppy to keep the company.

Heart Attach all have heart attack because they don’t their heart attach.

A collection of jokes meant to make you happy

Blonde.

A creative piece about sudden, unexpected death.