(Story 11) Jake's wondered about her for years - now, with the help of his friends, he begins the search. The Gang gets a wake-up call on the importance of family as they realize how deep those ties run.

Or perhaps, perhaps she wholeheartedly hears/ and is brushing away the stars, silver tears...

When I find myself lost and alone, hurt and bewildered, one place is always there. If the world had paid attention to it, perhaps it could be theirs as well...

A story about a gay kid being beat up I wrote for my local Art Contest. Some language, violence.

"I died in my sleep last night." Written for a writing challenge.

The Tree of Knowledge is always within you, yet you must find it. Its words are never shouted, yet whispered and never forced, only heard. True beauty lies within, where it must be found...

Eh...title kinda explains it...my feelings on teen-angst when it's not well-written. R/R

A little poem on an abandoned friend I thought up one day.

But my blood is still red/So don't judge me on what I cannot control/I'm not of the devil to tempt you away/And I'm not the cause of lower morals these days