From the Grave

I made my way outside, just under the awning to smoke. I don’t even smoke: unless it is socially, or due to stress. This evening: it may have even been due to boredom. I pulled my fur up around me as I lit the cigarette; to ward off the cold breeze. I looked up to…

The White Rose

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Bullying and overcoming its affects

My eyes peered through the dirty window of the public school bus as it pulled into the parking lot. The imposing, dirty edifice that loomed before me would be my school for the next year. I had literally been thrown into what the government termed “Bussing” and it would forever effect not only my future,…

Excerpt from ‘The White Rose’

Ricardo made his way down the dark alley and came to a large steel door. He beat on the door three times with a closed fist. A small window in the door screeched open, the man immediately opened the door; when he saw that it was Ricardo. He knew Ricardo well, and he was well…

Who is Max???

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The White Rose

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An Excerpt from The White Rose

Ricardo was a very patient man, he would stalk: as covertly as necessary; in order to get the information on Juanita that he needed. The more he observed about her, the more his interest was peaked. As Juan rounded the corner kicking the soccer ball, or as it was called in Latin America, ‘futball.’ He…

© My Plight

The plane ride back to the place that would be my new home was one of confusion, I watched as my sister’s body racked with nausea, convulsed and rejected the lunch that she had previously eaten. It was evident that the plane ride was not agreeing with her. I watched as my “New Mother” cared…