National GeographicDark brown eyesIn a National GeographicSo many stories to tellAnd your heartBegins to swellLittle fingersStarved and hurtingSo many stories to tellAnd your heartFeels so compelledTo reach across the seaTo love each one in needSo many stories to tellAnd your heartJust wants to yellFor this is your missionThis is your callThe story beginsSo "Go ye therefore!"
Wordspill: TransitionThe mildew on the wall repulsed her. The stench of the place was unbearable. Ancient wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and critters occasionally darted across the floor. She couldnt believe this was her new house. How had it ever come to this anyways?Unpleasant thoughts came to her head. She remembered seeing her boyfriend drunker than a sailor, screeching horrid phrases at her. She shook her head in disgust. She finally left after months of his abuse and got her own place with the little money she had left. She didnt have any other friends to stay with either. Sucking off her boyfriends plentiful wealth had given her a big head, and her friends had all left her when she selfishly pushed them away.From riches to rags, that was exactly how it all happened. And now she stared at the horrid stains everywhere around her. This place could never be repaired, not to her perfectionist standards. It was like some horrid nightmare. And she couldnt fix any of this, no