Bldg 7, by Renee Overstreet
I stood on the edge of the world trade center believing I was an architectural member of the whole I often wonder why I am not remembered why my demise is never recognized why my story is never told as the people gather at the footprints of the twins my ashes linger...
My Quake, by Renee Overstreet
I placed one bare hand on the ice. Winter slapped me as the frigid ice rejected the pulse of warm blood flowing through my fingers, and sent me face first on to the frozen lake. I placed the hand still wearing a glove on the ice this time. Using both hands I hoisted...
The Shooter, Renee Overstreet
Then I blacked out fell into a hypnotic existence put up absolutely no resistance to the voices in my head. I lost my connection to where I belong in the game there is an end to all the pain and I am standing on the edge. I hold salvation all her victims slowly pass...