Facebook is one of the most trouble causing social media sites out there. That is of course, if you let it be. I’m forever hearing complaints about bullying over Facebook, there is quite a simple solution to this; block them! To the older generation, Facebook is the trouble that you take home from school or work with you; it’s the ‘acquaintances’ you don’t want to associate with and the ‘popular kids’ that you don’t want reading your diary. However, Facebook is what you make it, as it is with every other social networking or chat site out there. Facebook is no virus, you can turn it off, and you can delete it, such complexity! Not. Bullying over social networking sites just ticks me off, its one simple click to get rid of these bored attention seeking nutters so why give them the encouragement to waste their time? You give reporters, like me hopefully, the stupid stories that fill the papers that then give parents, like mine, the impression that Facebook is some suicide bomb timer cont…
I took the hand of the
man most wanted. He kissed my palm, with
somewhat happy lips. Happy lips for a man on
death row I find Myself pondering.
He didn't do it. I know
that - you hear that every day.
People claiming innocence. With blood stains
clearly staining Underneath their
But Jason didn't do it. Not this time. He is a good man. We are
sitting alone now Within the walls of a cell - a perk
of having Connections within the
police department. Perks. I laugh a little
I am carrying our baby,
eight months old. I half expected to miscarry
Under the influence of
stress related Continuous
death-daring-seeking violence. We have named her
When she opened her eyes it was like staring into a bubble. Everything around her was distorted. Colours everywhere, like tiny flakes of crystal cluttering her space. She reached out. The texture had changed. If felt like smooth velvet as she ran her hands through the air. All she could do was smile, even if she couldn't understand.
She sat for a moment and listened to the birds singing outside. Their song was like a harmony. Panpipes filled her head like buzzing bees on their honey-making journey. She pictured them in her mind's eye, soft, peaceful and elegant.
Her mind raced, filling her heart with unconditional love. She gazed at him in front of her. Her veins pulsed as she attempted to interpret her feelings. They seemed so loud inside her skull, she wanted to run to him, fall into his arms and feel his skin against hers. But how could she fall in love so quickly with such a beautiful stranger? She fought it, with all of her might. Afraid. Afraid to love. Afraid to hurt…