Yes, yes... it has been quite a while I know... but if you didn't already know, I am perusing my childhood dream of becoming a writer well journalism to be exact.


Why am I persuing journalism?Writing can be simply defined as the non-verbal communication between humans that intertwines both creativity and perception of truth. While in comparison to myself, I prefer to examine the more creative component that writing has to offer.Why am I persuing journalism?
My interest in writing was conceived when I was six years old. As a young child, I had grasped strong reading skills and had personally enjoyed the craft behind writing. Each book I had read, I had always been left in awe at how such simple words could magically make another world appear before me. At that given time, I had then decided to see if I could do the same. Shortly after, I had


A fight for one mans freedomAfter having six years of unnecessary beatings, torture, and a near death experience implemented by the Canadian government in Sudan, a Muslim Montrealer is still struggling for his full citizenship.A fight for one mans freedom
Mr. Abosofian Abdelrazik a former resident of Sudan, had fled his country in 1990 in order to escape the violence of the civil war. Two years later, he had been granted refugee status becoming a full pledged Canadian citizen in 1995. On March 23 2003, he had responded to an urgent call to visit his sick mother back in Sudan. Within a few months, he had been arrested by Sudanese officials upon the recommendations fro


i want to be numb to this painhurt me, for i want no more,i want to be numb to this pain
kill me just because you want to,
touch my hand with your fingers, i won't cringe in ache, for i have
nothing more, i gave you a glimpse
into my soul, you saw what i felt,
but you were thinking of her all
the while


The CageHere I sit, trapped. I stare through your walls, made up of only bars at passers by. I laugh inwardly at their expressions, always the same, always questioning. Their questions dont change either, its always the same three: How did she get there? Why isnt she frightened? And why doesnt she try to brake free? I believe Ive sat here long enough to answers all three.The Cage
The first seems easiest, both to answer and to occur. It was your words that lured me in. They spilled so effortlessly from your lips that I could not resist their sweet poison. The string of lies you fed me grew in strength and size becomi


The Empty ChairIt was cold that day. I sat by the window for light while the sun struggled to penetrate the cloudy blanket of grey. A book lay in my lap, Alice in Wonderland. I turned the pages of my second-hand copy, now yellow with age, to the title page where its former owner had left an inscription. A hand-written quote which read, There are some people who live in a dream world and there are some who face reality and then there are those who turn one into the other.The Empty Chair
I turned to face you where you sat on the other side of that basic white room. Your raven hair and piercing eyes contrasted so sharply with t
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"Call me a sinner, call me a saint, tell me it's over, i'll still love you the same"~Shinedown~
if only you would hear me, if only you would believe me~my quote~
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my paper and my pen are my best friends! <3
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"Call me a sinner, call me a saint, tell me it's over, i'll still love you the same"~Shinedown~
if only you would hear me, if only you would believe me~my quote~
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my paper and my pen are my best friends! <3
These new devs are tough from your side..
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my paper and my pen are my best friends! <3
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♥it'sneverquitethatinnocent♥
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my paper and my pen are my best friends! <3
but facebook url is: facebook.com/steponme88
definitely would love to chat! ^.^
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♥it'sneverquitethatinnocent♥
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my paper and my pen are my best friends! <3
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