by Faith The tiles were layered with dust, dirt was caked in the grout, and footprints showed faintly over the entirety of the floor. I drew my attention away from the ground and tried to focus on the menu layered … Continue reading →

by Faith My brother was always a meanie-head. I remember wanting to be cool like him, wrestling with his friends in the arena and playing X-Box in his room with the door closed. I could hear them laughing, yelling, and … Continue reading →

by Prince The memory of my childhood is something that I would never forget about, the days of being an innocent, carefree child. It was an absolute dream that would go on forever and ever. Lounging was my favorite, of … Continue reading →