As I walked into my friend's room, I unraveled many things about his personality. His room consisted of only a bed, an alarm clock, a chiffonier, a closet, a lamp, and a small table with a chair. The room was well organized. He told me that the table was for doing his homework. Everything e...

Parents want the very best for their kids, but sometimes this may turn into a tragedy. In the Chicago Tribune, "Pushy Parents Don't Always Get Fairy-Tale Ending" Dawn Turner Trice tells about the story of an eight-year-old Justin Chapman and his mom Elizabeth who claims that Justin w...

Gasping for breath and gripping the edge of the bed, Isac laid sweat soaked devoid of covers frozen in terror from the nightmare, which recently began to recur with an alarming frequency. Eyes darting wildly, searching for something, anything, which might provide some comfort for the flood of tears ...

The book starts out introducing the main character in which you never learn his real name. He is at a doctor's office complaining of insomnia but the doctor won't prescribe him any medication. He complains he is in pain and the doctor tells him to go drop by First Eucharist's Church on Tuesday nig...