In Flint, Michigan, late in May,Three friends crept in, just past the day.An old brick home once held the dead,Now shuttered tight—so rumors said. A funeral home, long left behind,With horror tales that gripped the mind.No entry sign, yet in…
In Georgia’s heart where waters glow,A spring once shone with neon flow.Radium Springs, a sight so rare,With shimmering blue and glowing air. At half past six on a warm May night,Two Navy friends sought thrill and fright.Donald Jaru, young and…
In September’s breeze of ‘eighty-five,A carriage came down lanes alive.From London’s streets to country side,Young Mary came, her grief to hide. A hundred miles she rode that day,To where her husband’s aunt did stay.She stood before the manor tall,A lonely…
On a cold March night in twenty-twelve,In Ottawa’s ring, where the echoes swell,A man named Justin, just past forty,Stood nervous-eyed but stance held sporty. The crowd erupted, loud and wild,But doubt still gripped this golden child.For this was not just…
In the summer heat of ‘53,In Memphis town, where dreams run free,A man named Sam, with eyes so keen,Was cleaning up his music scene. His studio stood small, but proud,Amongst the city’s music crowd.He’d just wrapped up a church choir’s…
In Seoul one day in two-oh-nine,A man walked in with no spare dime.A manga café, warm and bright,Became his shelter from the fight. No snacks, no drink, he made no sound,Just grabbed his book and sat right down.The pages soaked…
At five a.m. one summer day,In Auburn where the workmen stay,A man named Jeff, just twenty-five,Was up and ready, strong, alive. He grabbed a can from off the rack,Then strode the hall and didn’t look back.At Bastion Plating, parts were…
In Ontario’s woods, one peaceful day,Young Michael flipped through pics in May.Well, August, rather—summer’s gleam—Of diving deep and chasing dreams. Adrenaline ran in his blood,He scaled the peaks, he braved the floods.A knock then broke his quiet cheer,A frantic cop…
At ten-thirty sharp, on a Sunday so bright,In a church bathed in warmth, filled with soft morning light,Young Pastor Kyle, just thirty-three,Stood preaching his faith for all to see. Seven long years he had led this place,With wisdom, with laughter,…
In Dartmouth one night, back in ’25,A dorm room with laughter was fully alive.Ted was the host, just twenty-one,With gin in hand, the mischief begun. Now booze was banned in all the states,But rules, to Ted, were tempting fates.He knew…