WWIII: CorruptionWWIII: CorruptionWWIII: Corruption
It was January 20, 2009, the day that Hilary Clinton’s inauguration was supposed to occur. Instead, it was a grim reminder to America that the first female president never lived to fill the office. It had only been a week since her premature death, and spirits were low. In France, people mourned the losses of friends and family members who had taken part in the accident, as well as the loss of a national and worldwide monument. The French media pointed fingers at the Americans, focusing on the fact that the ex-president and current president were there at t
A Missed OpportunityA Missed OpportunityA Missed Opportunity
Turning the corner, I see her As if waiting for me… No Among the crowd, I remain unnoticed I take a drink of water I look up—our eyes meet for a moment In passing—no spark I need to get closer To talk to her Then I remember It has been too long since I left He will begin to worry soon I walk back to our meeting place A conversation begins… …lasting too long When I get back, she is gone.
WWIII: ParisWWIII: ParisWWIII: Paris
A black limousine drove through the busy streets of Paris, attracting the attention of the nearby pedestrians. The tinted windows did not allow anyone to look inside the vehicle, but the miniature American flags on each side made it apparent who was behind the glass. The limousine stopped on the side of a busy street and a solidly built man appeared out of the driver’s seat. Obviously not accustomed to driving outside of his home country, the man seemed slightly disoriented, but held his composure. He walked back to the passenger’s door and opened it, revea
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[This is the Beginning of the End.]
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[This is the Beginning of the End.]
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Go ahead, flame me. I have marshmallows to spare.
And thx a lot for the
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