Life is not a bed of roses..

even if it is..

there will still be thorns..

some people are afraid to live..

while,

some are afraid of death..

why not look towards it positively?

While you are afraid to live..

but living means that you are able to change things the way you want..

while you are afraid about death..

why spend the time thinking about?

when those times should...

Her long, carrot-orange braids circled around her head and thwacked her in the face as she dashed around a sharp corner. She had to go faster and faster, yet still keep her footfalls as light and silent as possible; this is the day she would finally escape. This time, this day, this particular escape attempt is pivotal, for if she did not manage it this time, then there would be no next time for her...

THE YEAR 1939, people dying again headlines blasting day by day saying another body dead who am I I am bobby J.Jones son of Edward the lead reporter but me I now own the J.Jjourals and I well im going to find who killed my father so day by day I send people out to find the killers of England.There i am banging my head on the desk I step out my office to see whats happening but silence covers the room...