Harmonious volcabulary to substitute for the cacophony of life. Oh, How I Cry. Posted on August 26, 2013. Oh, how I long to cry. To shed these tears as memories, to ignore the pain seen;. Blissful responses so as to push one step. Closer to the unfamiliarity;. Of how peaceful humanity can be? Oh, how I long to cry. Are we so cold? Oh, how I cry.

Hope Morgan is thirteen years old, however not in 2015 but in 2227, or at least that is what she tells David Ragnarsson in our time. David is an unemployed journalist who is ready to jump in front of a New York subway train. But then she might just as well be a white mouse. What the story does portray, however, are images of a very earthly and bloody war.

Finding fun, penning poems. If you are a Nigerian, then you will enjoy this flash fiction. If you are not a Nigerian, the story may be hard to follow as it is written in one of our colloquial languages. But you could still try,.