Short Stories

Heavy Metal.

My day started with a gun. I didn’t know where it came from, what it was doing on top of my backpack, or why I needed it. But, there was a message etched into its cold, black, side in peeling white-out, maybe from all the sweaty and anxious palms that have caressed it, that said… Continue reading Heavy Metal.

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My Poetry

Bullets.

Flying high through the sky.   Flying through schools. Flying through churches.   Flyinf through stores. Flying through night clubs. Flying through running marathons. Flying through airports. Flying through windows. Flying through the streets.     Flying through cars. Flying through restaurants. Flying through offices. Flying through homes. Flying through you! Flying through me!  … Continue reading Bullets.

My Poetry

Boom

Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.