Here am I, darling mother host: your parasitic flesh and blood, Evicted, undercooked. A flower senseless and scentless. You did not think I would be like this.

Another novel I am working on. Got a few on the go at the moment! :) This is about two very different teens and their struggles with life.

"Now approaching Burbank," says the bus and Burbank is my stop and I don't get off. Because I can walk. And I can't miss this.

The Monsters of Veloria By Ngosong taku please help me edit this work and send to jctaku@yahoo.com my english is horrible.

The ability to cross the road is all you can ask for these days and hope the flags don't get in your way. They can blind with impunity and keep you rigid at your desk, working to deadline,

The darkness had shaded the better part of his vision as he stumbled through the foliage.

The journey to Koropi was paved in destruction. The Persian’s had spared no one, as Enyo and Herite’s small army passed through entire villages; nothing left standing.