The Nitty Gritty of a Long Distance Relationship. One of My Favorite Songs. One of My Favorite Songs.

This is late, wow. Basically this is my imagination in story form. I feel like I wrote that Identity Crisis story years ago.

The adventures of the summer CW class of 2015. 8220;The Book of Carrots and Bilingual Mastery. The Book of Carrots and Bilingual Mastery. The publisher turned over the almost completed manuscript, and glanced once more at the cover.

Stories, Castles, and Dreams. A tired and hungry traveler finds himself in the most unusual house, but the one living inside is the thing he needs to worry about. A boy was happening to exit the house from a small bolted door as I stepped into the clearing.

Adventures while traipsing around Portland. Have fun! Hellip; More After Hours. Wishing it was summer again. Wishing it was summer again.

I am called to shine bright and unwavering against the carpet of black. Voices rise and fall around me. As we bounce along the dusty road. For just this one day, we are free. Sunlight streams through the laces of the trees. Hovering over the glass, there is no drive. Water seeps into my bones a cold freeze. But together, by myself, I feel alive. Birds soar into and above nothing. While water roars in a symphony.

This poem relates the struggles of a self-hating Christian. The next stanza relates his growth from a child to a teenager and parallels the child and the teenager, calling the child life-filled and the teenager death-filled . 8221; by Ricardo Williams. My deep, dark self.

Jake was in between a rock and a hard place. In a game of capture the flag, a guard on the opposing paintball team had pinned him down. Jake had to do something. Paintballs splattered against the barricade that Jake was using for cover. He was playing a paintball version of capture the flag. The flag was in an open space in front of Jake. However, an opposing guard had him pinned.

This particular blog post may seem like a journal entry of sorts, so I will call it that. Our readers are dependent on us, the writers, for words. They absorb it all, whether they want to or not. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

This might be a little boring at times. Comment if you want part two. Fresh water was either contaminated or dried out. Fruit and Vegetables became impossible to find.