Riffling through the pages

This one's pretty self-explanatory.   History for Laundry  If I were doing my laundry, I would take the Crusades,  Wash out the Blood and Violence, Bleach the red out, I'd put Wars of Roses in, Whiten the Red,  Red Rose,  Lift a big bucket of Water, Douse out the Great Fire of London.  I'd soak a clean rag, wipe down the Layers of Grime from the Industrial Revolution,  Wash out the Colonies thoroughly to rid the Filth of the Europeans.  I'd take Extra-strong Soap (even that might not work)  And scrub vigorously the World Wars, Wash away the Guns, Rub out Disease, Clean the soldiers up.  I'd dump Churchill, Stalin, Hitler oh and let's not forget Truman! into the Washing Machine.  A few turns Might do them good, get the coat of Violence out,  Though I'd have to Repair the Machine afterwards.  P.S.  It's for the Greater Good!  But (let's be honest here) I don't think even the Repaired Machine  Would be able to

Hi! So, here I am with another post. This one's a prose piece (of which there aren't many), but this one actually remains very close to my heart. Incidentally, I wrote this one in eighth grade, and recently rediscovered it in a folder full of inkstained and barely legible pages. Needless to say, the work, when I reread it, made me cringe. Strangely, however, this particular piece stuck with me, almost as if stubborn enough in refusing to leave. And so, defeated entirely, I rewrote it, and yet miraculously managed to retain its core.  What you read today, therefore, is an eighth grader's idealism (and, in some parts, immaturity) wrapped in a vocabulary that has done its best to make the piece seem more mature. But whatever it may be, it is also one of the first nature pieces I've ever written, as well as being among the earliest in my portfolio of 'serious' work.  So here goes. The sky glittered with stars. Each was a twinkling, bright dot a

Hey guys!  So, this is my first time writing a blog, and actually putting up stuff in the public domain. The act of writing isn't new to me though, because I've been penning down stuff for almost every day of my life (ever since I  could  write, obviously). To introduce myself, I thought I'd post something that might clue you in to my personality; a way to show you how I am. Not for me, the tameness of sport I prefer a vicarious reading of a book, plunging headlong into different worlds Adventure, excitement, ideas await! Become something,  watch through another's eyes... A plethora of colours, textures one couch, a drink And a good book, is all I need to enter the  Gates.of Heaven.