Invariably, winter and flu get together; there is so much activity in the way of getting prepared for the flu attack! It seems there is never a dull moment during this time, when concerns spread around like the virus itself.

A tool for good or evil.

A poem about fighting without fear.

For some it dances to the symphony composed simply by the endless possibilities of whom or what might be lurking in the darkest corners of a room. Others might find that it coincides with life’s constant, often tragic, unpredictability.

Matter of opinion.

Well if your being hunted by a murderer in a dark alley you still have a chance, just don’t commit suicide… yet…

And since then, I kept asking the question, why have human beings gone wild? Where have we kept our milk of human kindness to take up to using small arms and weapons against ourselves? Some of the solutions to this social problem of man inhumanity to fellow man lies in the work of the Intl’ Physicians for the prevention of Nuclear War (IPPNW), which I am proud to be part of it and will continue to promote peace and prevention of violence.

The tongue is so sensitive that you either make or mar your image.

Fiction a nugget, lets see where it goes.

A short story written by a young author about how life is like in the secret service(not for real). Please read and enjoy:)