Midnight, the air is tinged with the scent of death.Living coward in fear as blood washes the streets turning everything red.Kindling a wildfire to rampage the streets, a man destroys all that is loved.Justice to be done in the heat of the night,Ignorance or refusal drops a man six feet into the grave,Heavy sins pushingContinue reading “Loved”
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Memoir Writing Prompt: Childhood Illness or Injury
I never really had a major injury or illness throughout my childhood. I was always the kid that never broke a bone, never sprained an ankle, or never got that dire disease that was floating around (like today’s corona virus). I remember, when I was young, always seeing my friends or fellow classmates limpContinue reading “Memoir Writing Prompt: Childhood Illness or Injury”
