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Chapter 2 - A New Day “Hey Sammy…what should we do today?” Yelled out little Keith as they came to a stop from their skipping version of follow the leader. The day was as pleasant as it had been the day before and once again birds of all colors were out in full force flying from treetop to treetop. Invading their songs of praise was the constant yep of a dog in the distance. “I don’t know,” Sammy spoke out. “Does anyone have any ideas?” Putting a finger to his lips, deep in thought as his lit...

The cover seemed heavier and the pages thicker than it ever had felt before, but maybe it was just how it appeared to the mind of Reggie. It was possible after all for we were talking about the thoughts of one Reggie Miller in a place that always had something to say, his head. Disinclined, Reggie turned through the wrinkled pages of the notebook but in no particular order. The redness in his eyes made it almost impossible to scan the shaky handwriting which lined the various pages enticing ...

It was a sunny day, the sunniest that Jeffrey and his friends could remember. Though at the age of nine, Jeffrey only knew of that day and perhaps that week. It had been unusually sunny in their little town called Grand Rapids. The birds were out and flying from tree top to tree top, singing out their songs of happiness, as the clouds danced across the sky in tune with their whistling melodies. Jeffrey led the way as the rest followed close behind singing out songs, each in their own particul...

[Knock-Knock] “Reggie…you coming to dinner?” The sound of his mother’s voice barely able to break through the solitude of the wooden door and what it brought to his world. No sound was expelled or allowed to escape for that matter from the fortress of Reggie’s room. With the door locked and shackled in a sense or at least barricaded in the dillusionary thoughts of Reggie’s mind. With no sounds present it still did nothing to help calm the fears inside his mother’s gut and her mind. [Knock-Kn...

My life is a shallow grave My words...my epitaph The more they took, The more I gave Along this long and crooked path My pain needs no reflection Bitterness now a part of the past The curse of someone's affection Trapped in the lonely stares that they cast My friends...now a thing of the past Abandoned like the day I was born Unable to see past the image that I cast Unable to forgive the day I was born Watching those that surround me Wishing to be half of what I see But reality is sure to str...