Hi there my name is David Owen Victor Clarke of Trinidad and Tobago I was born on September 17 1975.My education background is I went to Princess Elizabeth Center,Happy Vale Immortelle Center,Briggs Prep School,Queen Royal College,Codrington High School and the Challenor School.I am disabled with Aspergers a mild form of autism and an amputee above knee so I wear a prosthesis so I can walk.My mom loves me very well but my dad died in 1988.My favorite food is pizza,tv show is sesame street my hobbies are surfing the internet.I lived in Barbados from 1990-1999 because my mom was working there.I

"I can't stop growing old but I don't have to get old."
-- Patrick A. Hirth

I met an unforgettable 80-year old man last weekend. He is the younger brother of my husband's late grandfather. He looks frail and shrunken but I tell you, this old man is younger than his age and his looks in many ways. He told us his stories, chuckled at his own jokes over lunch of "bulalo" and "pancit" (btw, he does not eat pancit-- so whoever said that pancit and noodles are for "long-life" better think again!).

THE HANGAR.

JOHN E. STERLING.

After a face rippling descent Agent Herman stepped out of the seamless elevator and started along an equally featureless corridor.
Apart from the deep hum of life support his shoes provided the only sound. He looked down at them as they paced along, very shiny, just like this place, but he did like the way his new briefcase matched the metallic passage.

THE SPACE PIRATES.

AND WE’RE BACK, SITE REBUILDING HUH?
OKAY SO WHERE WERE WE?
WELL I KNOW THAT THE UNINSPIRING SPACE PIRATES ARE STILL STUCK ON THE BORING PLANET OF PURPLENESS KNOWN AS MAROON BALOON, OR MAYBE EVEN MALLOON BAROON, WHO KNOWS.
ANY OLD ROAD UP, FIRST MATE FIRSTY MCGREGON HAD JUST RETURNED FROM THE ENGINE ROOM WITH SOME DOWNBEAT NEWS FOR THE TEMPORARILY UPBEAT CAPTAIN.

THE FIRST LEAGUE OUT FROM LAND © a novel

By: A. R. Parrish, Jr.

Even an hour ago, Bibhu didn’t know that he would murder a young woman at the behest of a man he regarded as his leader.

Binoy Bag, the leader, had called him to the office of his cold storage depot in the evening, for a special session. Just back from the party headquarters in Kolkata, he looked very perturbed and agitated, and didn’t so much as greet him as Bibhu took a seat before him. It was evident he was mulling over something.

Did you come across their meeting on the way?

Yes.

Was that rendi speaking?

Yes.

Life has broken me like a wild mustang
by a cowboy.
This toughness makes me sweeter and
knowing that if I can endure sadness,
it brings me joy.

Pain, anguish, misery and despair
has been replaced by the sweetness
in my eyes.
Innocence lost and I was a fool for love,
but wisdom gained, there is no steal
behind this velvet glove.
C'est la vie, C'est la vie, C'est la vie...

Life has broken me like a hurricane,
coming through, rearranging priorities.
The chaos sent me into action, and I
gained gentleness and kindness.

Pain, anguish, misery and despair

Emily Rose, that's how it goes…the seasons come and the flowers grow…

Emily Rose and I lived on the same street. She wore the prim and proper blue, red and white plaid uniform of the Saint Theresa's Catholic School for Girls and I wore ragged bellbottoms with fuzzy peace signs plastered over the holes and peasant blouses.

For you I volunteer to cry
for you i volunteer in pain
cause you one in my heart

You ‘re my endlessly love
Although you have never understood
Will be downright of my love for you

Please baby look at me
don't avert your face for me
My true love just for you

Only you
Just for you
My deeply love just for you…

although you never care
But I’m sure you will
feel my Integrity of my heart one day

THE SPACE PIRATES.
Still stuck on the most useless of planets, the purple maroon baloon, we find first mate firsty Gregson entering the ENGINE ROOM; read on.