I read the headlines and I saw his face. Although I did not know him, his story echoed another's.
He had been about the same age when it happened to him. His young eyes tarnished by things no one should see.
I can only imagine the horror that they witnessed. As the knife wielded by father against mother, sliced and sliced.
Then how they were taken off into the night, away from home, love, and family.
Keeping company with their creator, the murderer, while we all searched and searched.
I read the headlines, I looked into his joyful eyes and for the first time in a long time I prayed.
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The Perfect Day and Other Stories
Short StoryA collection of creative writing that starts off with the perfect day. In this collection I explore darker themes like death and violence, however I try to pair the dark with the light. Basically I am just trying to push myself as a writer and thi...
