I narrate a writers dream that quickly becomes a nightmare… What more is there to say? This poem is a random one so I’m sure there’s some grammar issues…

A story about a long lost relic of the past.

Philosophy.

Open minded, tolerant, progressive, interesting, pretty and rich Californian girls.

A sick man lying in his bed at night has a visit from God, God stays through the night keeping the sick man free from pain and harm, The man is not a bad man and appreciates the company although he is somewhat bemused by it all, Life for the sick man has not yet come to an end as the Good Lord has work for this man to do before he takes his final rest.

This is a Haiku I wrote about a noob picking flax.

The one and only human problem.

Poem.

When Alexa is told a story by her three year old son,she first believes it to be the imagination of a three year old but soon comes to realize this story is more real than she could ever imagine. In the matter of a few short days her life as she knows it has been turned into a living nightmare and the only thing that matters is saving her son at all costs.

It isn’t every day someone comes up to you and puts one million dollars in your bank account…