Three weeks later  I was walking on the corridor that led to my class, when I felt something that nearly made me slip. I stopped for a moment and removed a flier that I accidentally stepped on, hence it was stuck beneath my foot. 

  An unwelcome cackle of laughter seizes the words that were initially meant to proceed from my lips. I could not believe Mustafa was actually doing this. "Cheating on me

24/06/2020 ~ Queeneth's history of Blount's Disease.                                 Baby, baby, close your eyes 

  Seven years ago... "Who brought these flowers to my room?" I asked, staring quizzically at my friend, Zoe who had accom

 All of the panicking and yelling from the realization of the fact that the owner of the unknown number was that of a captor had immediately been cut shorty when I heard a gunshot closely; in fact I did see the bullet pass through and I was quick enough to catch the view with a side glance as it pierced into the fabric of my Driver's shirt. He let out a sharp yell that did not last for a minute as his last breath escaped his nostrils, causing his head to lie limply on the steering wheel, the truth now registering that he was dead.