there should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]

“You’re dark just like me,” my grand father would say. “Dark like charcoal.” And so, I became Charcoal Girl.

"Everyone has secrets." James has a problem; he cuts himself. He is in love with his best friend, Chloe, but is too afraid to tell her. His father is attracted to the bottle, and his mother wears fake diamond rings on her finger. James' world is crumbling. The razor is his only companion and the slits on his thighs and arms remind him of who he is: "Cut Boy."