Wall of Fame

I grabbed my pen and paper and sought solace on a bough, A tinge of blush rose to my cheeks to encapsulate love. I could sprinkle some alliterations-an easy task for me, Being a loner, despair descended to use obvious

Buckinghampshire  1943 The sound of thick, marching boots broke the silence of the night. The melancholic air hung heavily over the surroundings suffocating every living being in vicinity. There wasn’t a breathing soul out on the streets. Noor slithered through

I stood rooted, overwhelmed by challenges My steps frozen under their pushing weight I called upon my lady luck to give me respite Solve the challenges while I escape. She jeered and found her way to a place Where a