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...

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...

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.