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walking down a frozen path...

journalistic creative piece on delaney

Ophelia wished she was a free bird-one as vibrant as the color of blood, that could fly away from the world. The brief thoughts of Ophelia in the hands of death - A Shakespearean tragedy.

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

Chapter One of a story of a fighter in a city

sorry.......................

outside a home, darkness swallowed the world whole.

draft of visiting family members

I celebrate my tests instead of my smiles

The sky was more often red than it was not ~ a short excerpt of a project

what chagrin, how bittersweet. i wish you were jealous of me.