I write because I read. I read because I write.
in sixteen seconds, bang... bang, bang, bang, bang. two young breaths cold and glass-eyed. behind's a pair of teen-hands. instead of his birthday cake, with a pistol, he blows his own mind last. in sixteen seconds. another school joins an exclusive club no one dreams or wants. in sixteen seconds the sky gulps, to welcome… Continue reading a land i wish is a myth
Why humans kill each other is beyond my comprehension. but I can testify that you have been doing it since your inception. Only the weapons change. - by Mitch Albom, The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto Last Sunday was my country's 118th Independence Day. After 333 years of slavery as Spain's colony, my country was allegedly finally… Continue reading Killing Each Other
A Reading Writer 