Something That Made You Cry
Something that Made You Cry The pages of books, even digital pages comfort me, truly. With them, I can make up my mind on what I see when I digest text. When it says "his internal organs spurted." I can define the size of that spurt and my reaction to it. The power of words is totally within reach of the reader and I've loved that. I've noticed more and more, lately, I have a thing for crime. I keep thinking I need to add "borderline criminologist" to my signature page on Micechat.com. I noticed this because the headlines under the topic of "Crime" on HuffingtonPost.com keep bringing me back. Plus, the only short story I got a rush of and a response from was about a serial killer trying to kill a homeless kid. I am impressed, for lack of a better word, with the amount of pain the world is willing to inflict on one another without care or concern. I see...