Congestion Stories

Ravenswood was a town shrouded in mystery, where the trees seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. The streets were lined with old oak trees that creaked and groaned in t...

I have been terribly sick lately (one of the reasons i haven't been posting anything) and so I wrote a poem about how i felt.

Under the raging sun of a hot summer day in Cairo and on the side of the street busy with speeding cars, he stands. He waits for an opportunity to strike. He has to go...