Roses have thorns And when I say roses I really mean this life And all it throws at us

Those are the thorns The trials and pains pricking our hearts And robbing our gains

Along the stem we travel A path of love and cruelty We reach the pedaled top Becoming perfect beauty...

Four?

Is it four or more?

How many birds are singing?

As I sit here in my backyard

Taking deep breathes of cool air

What could sound more peaceful?

How can all these disjointed melodies

Meld together to make such beauty?

I wonder what they are saying?

What?

Did I just hear my name?

Did the birds just sing my name?

Am I understanding their song?

How is this happening?

Oh how lovely! ...

The stars smiled upon us As if they knew we’d soon join them They did

The stars feast upon us As if our screams fuel their hunger They do

The stars soar across space As if hunting for other worlds to consume They are...

This is about the type of person who will thoroughly enjoy the upcoming novel Confession Of An Accidental Killer. If, after reading said critiera , you find yourself identifying with it, please feel free to contact me for your copy of this future book.

1. You Can Read

This is an unfortunate requirement to the enjoyment of the book until the audiobook version has been completed which will be re...

My Dame’s Rocket launched last night. As the full moon’s soft glow swept across the garden, I watched its purple peddles spread wide. She was finally awake.

Good.

My patience was at its end.

Immediately I snatched it up, plucked the pedals, and crushed them in my hands. I cackled.

Running into the shed, I tossed the dead flower into the steaming black cauldron; its contents bubbling and hissin...

I have to pass this test.

I HAVE to.

If I don’t, my dad’s going to ship me off to military school and my band is toast!

Ah,man. I have no idea who Caligula was.

Arugula’s husband?

Bummer, man....

I thought I was good Not the bomb But at least alright better than most Far from the worst But the truth came to light

I thought I was scum Not a saint Can’t make it right Can’t be saved Can’t be helped But the truth came to light...

“You walk into a room with crimson walls and red lights. Rose petals are strewn on the perfectly fitted bed. A woman lays on the fluffed pillows, facedown, blood trickling down her flesh-“

“Okay, I’m gonna stop you there,” Jerry said to the director from behind his desk.

The director, slicking back the strands of black hair that have fallen out of place, sat back in his folding chair. He was we...

If Only you knew How much it hurt When you kicked me In the face

But also the heart

My heart throbs From the betrayal My face throbs Mostly from the kick

But also some from the betrayal

Because you betrayed me to my face then kicked it I don’t know what hurts worse probably it’s my face

But also my emotional face

My eyes of love you blackened My nose of joy is bleeding My mole of sadness rip...

The clock strikes 6:00 and he’s talking away.

“Wakey, wakey, Benny Boo!”

I roughly fling the covers off and stomp to the bottom drawer of my desk. I yank it open.

Starring up at me with a annoying smile is my head.

“Thought you could drown me out in here, didn’tcha, Benny Boo?” My head says.

I don’t respond.

“Well, pooh on you, Benny Boo! Ya can’t get rid of me that easily!”

He’s knows I ...