"Do you want to live?" "If so, sign a contact with me." The young man gazes up with a faint smile on his face, "Yes." The young man didn't care who it was that he'd struck a deal with. Even if it was the devil or a God, he would have agreed. Whatever and whoever it may be, he would take their outstretched hand. Right...
This is just a random post for mother's day. It is a poem a student in my class, and friend made for his mother. I just wanted to share with you.
He has been running all his life from the people he once protected. he has been hurt and broken by the people he once called "family". He has known real pain. But one day in his travails he comes upon a village. He has never felt the need to stay in a village before but he does now. What will the village think of a ha...
There are two types of goodbyes. The brief, and the last. And both is equally painful.
Women are a lioness in disguise. They're also secretly-not-secretly the strongest in the pride. Now, I wonder if the males know?
On this paper plane, I write my feelings. Hoping that someday, someone will pick it up.
A man taught me how to make paper stars. He told me that if I could make a thousand paper stars, my wish will be granted. And so I did.