I am very much aware that the art writing does not flow in my blood and what I wrote here is complete and utter garbage, there is absolutely no reason you would want to read this. However, this is something very personal to me that I just had to put into words. Perhaps I should've just kept it to...
In a beautiful garden of pink lies a grave of an old friend; an important friend. The child who woes over him dozes into the limbo of life and death as he was melted by the melancholy of his beloved's passing. However, it wasn't just his depression that led him to the boundary, it was also a call...
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A child that has gone through a blot and realises that he can change and so can the rest of us.
This a short story of something i have put together and please excuse me of any spelling mistakes. Enjoy!
Being smothered by her own disease, emphysema, my mother on perhaps her last trip to Laredo, wrenches out of her white silk blouse in the car. My father admonishes her for being half dressed on a public thoroughfare. As she clambers into the blazing hot desert, she comes to the realization that s...