Mini Blues Song.

Rough Draft of another story I wrote.

Rough Draft of a story that I gave a title called Terrible Tess.

There was once a boy who had a very strange type of sickness.

Sexy images.

Same as some of you, I will not pay much attention on something useless. Nevertheless when I find those things are useful, they has been already thrown into the rubbish bin!

Soft ambient music rolled and flowed around the empty corridors and rooms of the neglected and abandoned school. Playing only to the memories captured in the very cells and fabric of the building, hypnotic subliminal messages repeating themselves to closed ears, the sorrowful sobbing of a young girl entwined within the notes from the keys of a piano. The girl could see her words as black as the ribbon in her hair, unspoken as they twisted and coiled through the abyss of her incarceration for all eternity. Her eyes watched as the two figures made their way into the building, if she had a heart it would be racing.

A story about an old woman who lives on the street.

High School is a lot like war. You know, something that seems totally pointless, but is better for our well being in the end. It’s just a lot less bloody.

What is a lifetime goal? One that doesn’t expire.