"Captain, are you mad? These people are unarmed!" George pleaded out. The snow and stones did hurt, but they were nothing compared to a gunshot. "Don't speak out of line, Collins! These blasted fools need to learn their place!" George looked down, holding back his tongue. "George, you've already broken enough rules, you refuse an order now and it'll be your head!" James whispered. He was right; George could not refuse.
The basement is usually thought of as a dark, dingy place that no one wants to be in. I, on the other hand, love my basement. It looks like a dungeon when you first walk down the creaky old steps, but what I see is personal wonderland.
Whenever I go anywhere with my laptop bag, eyes always turn towards it. It’s not a special bag in particular, but it’s the decor that grabs peoples attention. Button pins shroud the entire front pouch. People have asked me if the pins are from places that I’ve been. I answer with a no, though that’s … Continue reading Button Pins; A Self Portrait Piece
This is my very first blog post. ...At least on my own, personal blog... Lets find an interesting topic, shall we?