Just as the soft, newborn sun peaked out from the horizon, it split open with the sharp crack of a gunshot and bled furious fire onto the world below. Roaring in agony, it shed ashen tears that seared our skin and clogged our lungs. The streets burned, the buildings collapsed, the people scattered. Wealthy and poor became frivolous adjectives as homes of all classes turne...
Walking down the street of my city I think to my self “What happened here” I look around and I see trash on the floor, people yelling at each other, a smell that’s no city should smell like, I see people smoking, drinking slowly killing themselve but will the government tell them to to stop no In fact they encourage it and when people try to speak up about it and tell them what happens to them tho...
Once upon a time in my city, on fire and it was the day I was absolutely hired I was tired of everything my new job and everything else. My window burnt down my house just broke down. I really did not like that day. I just listen to music on my very own phone hoping soon I would be home by first grade was scared and everyone else told each other affirmations till the end of the day we all knew it ...
