look...up in the sky ...

Where did you watch Star Wars? The first time, not the 10th, 50th or 1000th.

This is 100% true, the names have been changed.

A bit of the Frankenstein story.

We all have our wounds and ways of healing them. This is my personal thoughts on how I deal with my pain, and maybe how you handle yours. Read and write well writing friends.

Johnny was sleeping one Saturday night, When all of a sudden he woke with a fright. For there at his window hovered a wig – A fine mane of hair, dancing a jig.

Poet Laureate Betjamen's poetry was enjoyed for its humour and its insight into ezveryday life..

I sip at my black coffee, alternately watching the door of the café and the clock on the wall. It’s five to and I wonder if she will come. Perhaps Eva has lost her nerve; perhaps she never intended to come at all.