Journal entry 1: Day 1 Okay-let me start out by saying that writing in a journal is a pretty stupid thing to do and not-to-mention an utter waste of time, and usually those that write in these things are complete prats. There are tons of people that write in them, and it's usually the most famous ones-you know, comedians or strung out 19-yea...

The breeze from the door ruffled my blonde curly hair, dangling below my shoulders. I looked up with the slightest hope it was him stepping through the door. It wasn't; just another customer approaching me, with a fake end-of-the day smile, wanting their afternoon coffee. Yes, you guessed right. I was a coffee girl working as usual, all day six days a week in a small cafe off Queens St. W...

"What poor soul has the misfortune of interrupting my feeding?" asked Sebastion sniffing. He was on his stance, ready to attack with great acceleration as soon as he spots the source on this misty corner of the town. "The one who shares your thirst, and your curse", said the stranger. Sebastion looked both ways, but he had a gut feeling that there was something in front of him....

The world cup is where he has to comeArgentine blood runs in his veinsFc Barcelona is his homehe is outisde playing even when it rains The soccer ball is glued to his left footStanding at 5'6, he is very smallon the field, he is as small as a dothe gets passed them even though they are tall Running with his electrifying speed2014 will be his year to winCreating good plays is his only deedNot passi...

You think when the jury says " We find the defendent guilty" you will feel better. You think you will feel releif that he is locked away. Later, when the judge sentences him the death penalty, you think you will feel happy. You think you will finally be able to sleep through the night or go five minutes without thinking about him and what he has done. But you can't and you don't. Instead, your sto...

5 years ago, I vowed to leave my gang after my sister was stabbed in a knife attack so I could start a new life. FAIL! 4 years ago, broke and run-of-the-mill, we entered thievery. Things were good so I married Penny my high-school sweetheart. 3 years ago, like deer in front of headlights, we were caught. We escaped and I vowed to stop. FAIL! 2 years ago, I became a dad. It frustrated me. I was fl...

Innocent Icarus wings tipped in gold,Yearns towards an impossible goal.Seeing the glory of fiery desire,Blind his he to the heat of the fire. Trusting that such beauty could bring no pain,He forces his wings to resist the strain.He pummels arms trussed in feathers and steel,Knowing how the mighty eagles must feel. He looks and sees his father far below and away,Shouting the danger of the fiery dis...

“And the winner of the Gene Bautista annual poetry prizes is …….” With this announcement the hearts of thousands of creatures present in the huge garden started pounding at their double rates. Oh, did I just say creatures, well yes, that’s because amidst the audience were some hundred odd people along with numerous tiny mosquitoes, some birds and other loca...

Eggs. Such a natural thing to eat and yet we fry them into submission, boil them alive, scramble them into obscurity or poach them to oblivion. People who can't cook eggs shouldn't even try, it's sacrilege as far as I'm concerned. Then again my mother always says I've the weirdest concepts, this from the woman who thinks she has to present every meal - even when baked beans on toast - as perfectly...

The blade, glinting in the first light of the moon, bit into the soft flesh of yet another man.It danced its deadly trance, left to right, killing men by the numbers. The magnificent blade's hilt shone with joy as the deadly sword cut through the huddled mass of helpless soldiers.Quite ironic, really, to think I was like that just a few months ago. But things change, and this is a change I enjoy v...