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It does not matter what mood he is in, it always calms him. Maybe something about the cool breeze blowing through his long locks of hair as a child drags their hand through the warm sand of a sunny beach. It could be the pleasant sound of the radio. The soft instrumentals are known to soothe the deepest of wounds. Possibly it is the subtle sound of the tires tearing across the miles of concrete. It could also be the sharp contrast of the street lights and brilliant signs against the black of ...

It does not matter what mood he is in, it always calms him. Maybe something about the cool breeze blowing through his long locks of hair as a child drags their hand through he warm sand of a sunny beach. It could be the pleasant sound of the radio. The soft instrumentals are known to soothe the deepest of wounds. Possibly it is the subtle sound of the tires tearing across the miles of concrete. It could also be the sharp contrast of the street lights and brilliant signs against the black of t...

“Write about what you know.” I’ve heard those words so many times before it is all I can think about. I try to sit down at this keypad and tell a story. The telling of a tale is the best way to let it all go. But sometime between then and now, I have lost the power, the will to show you how I live my days. It does not make a good tale. It is just another teenage tale. This story of mine will not make any impression on the reader. If I have to share what I know, this would no...