As Neil walked along the rutted two-track that wound its way through Clayton Woods, the familiar sound of crickets grew louder as dusk settled in.

Its a poem about some one loved no longer needing you to make them happy. please leave feedback!

A young girl goes to Cancun and finds that paradise is not always fun. Can she find love and fulfill her dreams?

its my first short story, please leave feedback! (positive, constructive or negative doesnt matter to me)

JD Salinger once wrote that probably for every man there is at least one city that eventually turns into a girl, but I think the opposite is also true, that a girl can just as easily turn into a city.

glance across and see, What looks to be, An angel in disgise, Beautiful in everyway, Hair, face, body,lips, But what got me most, Were the eyes, A perfect shade of blue,