MANIAC MAGEE JERRY SPINELLI WINNER OF THE NEWBERY MEDAL Before the Story They say Maniac Magee was born in a dump They say his stomach was a cereal box and his heart a sofa spring. They say he kept an eight-inch cockroach on a leash and that rats stood guard over him while he slept. They say if you knew he was coming and you sprinkled salt on the ground and he ran over it, within two or three blocks he would be as slow as everybody else. They say. What's true, what's myth! It's hard to know. Finsterwald's gone now, yet even today you'll never find a kid sitting on the steps where he once lived. The Little League field is still there, and the band shell. Cobble's Corner still stands at the corner of Hector and Birch, and if you ask the man behind the counter, he'll take the clump of string out of a drawer and let you see it. Grade school girls in Two Mills still jump rope and chant. Ma-niac, Ma-niac He's so cool Ma-niac, Ma-niac... THIS IS NOT MY STOEY IM JUST GOING TO PUT UP A SAMPLE SO READ AS YOU WISH...

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

This poem speak to the on going struggle that American Blacks still face. It is an ode to the two main iconic figures of the 1960's civil rights movement.

I'm just a black girl living in a hardcore world.

a collection of 3 line poetry.

All rights reserved. + Luke Hemmings short story.

This poetry book deals with some emotions and feelings that I tried to keep unspoken for a long time, but eventually, shaped them into poems taking directly from my own experiences and opinions. This book talks about some unexplainable moments and some unexpected situations some untravelled parts of my memories.

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Some "Poetry" I write to help myself WARNING: Please do not read if you are questioning suicide, instead, come talk to me, I understand, don't be afraid my new friend.