by Buhlebenkosi Maposa
Once upon my short life span,
I came upon a certain man.
His hair was gray and eyes deep blue.
He took his things and a man he slew. 80 more words
by Sameer Khan
“Another one bites the dust,” Mother Bird chirps morosely as her third child becomes a victim to learning how to fly.
The rest of the birds, which just so happens to be two left, all face gloom over the death of their siblings. 404 more words