Timmy’s Friend

Short Story By: Rikenya Bramble     I met little Timmy on his 5th birthday. He was on the swings alone, and I noticed how sad and desolated he looked. I decided to go up to him to cheer him up.  "Hi, my name is Frankie, what's yours?" I asked.     Timmy looked up …

Old Files: Poems

Finally!           They stare at me as I fidget with my fingers,           I felt my right ear twitch as the awkwardness lingers,       you stare with those big brown eyes, If only the cafeteria wasn't so loud, you would hear my silent cries,   …