Staring into the street, with my eyes blurred from tears, my body went rigid. My hands clasped my mouth to muffle my screams. “Why, why, WHY!” I thought to myself. My sleeves had been coved in...

Theresa Williams loved bugs. She liked to watch the way they moved, she liked to watch their interaction with other insects, and she liked to watch their tiny eyes blink. Basically, she enjoyed being crouched...

At first I had only known darkness, the warmth of the earth, and the coldness of the water that quenched my thirst. Then, after what I assume was time had passed, I came to know the vast, never ending...

I don’t know if children are born with a natural tendency to be malicious. There are obviously cases where children are perfect. Take for example Malia. Growing up, my mother would repeatedly remind...