Blogs: POEM:LEAVES R THICKER THAN BLOOD

I wrote this poem long ago,so i wont hold it against u if u dont understand it.   You speak of happiness in a world long forgotten my bright eyes have darkened from to much time in my still short life You and i were more kindered than my true kin If i could call you mother If he cant be my true father, then let me be reborn as you and call him "lover" instead You sing of happiness and i hear your voice always giving me towards a life you could only imagine I will be there for...

Fiction: THICKER THAN BLOOD PART 1

Charlie is a suicide detective, and hates it. he hates his name, coffee, and his job. It doesn't help that he can hear the spirits of the dead, eather. So what happens when he starts the case of his dead sister? This is the first part of Thicker Then Blood, for some things run deeper then science says......