I have been a ghost reader on wattpad for a while and have been intrigued by all of the neat stories and poems that are on here. I have decided to actually pursue my dream of becoming a writer through this site. To start my journey I will be writing poems on here that just come to my mind and speak to me. I haven't go...
Prologue: Ash, ash, and more ash, that is all that is left of my home. As I look around for scraps of sentimental objects I find a picture of me, my father, mother, and my little sister Maggie. Tears cloud my vision as I stare longingly at the photograph before me. A deep feeling of desperation roots itself in my ches...