I have decided to start a newspaper!

Yes, I know it sounds pretty random. But see, this newspaper is going to be for those who are tired of reading bad news. It's going to be stories, fictional and nonfiction, of hope, strength, and compassion. If any of you guys know and/or are willing to share stories of hope from your community, please let me know in the contact form on

thegoodnews-acwolfe.weebly.com

I figured I would make an announcement here, because it is a writing community and I'm positive some of you have stories you want to share with the world. This can include charity events as well, and it also has stories for everyone, no matter where they are in the world.

Share your stories with me, either in the comments or elsewhere!

Thank you, A.C. Wolfe

I’m drowning in his veins. His heart, twice the size it should be, pumping tainted blood through the labyrinth buried beneath his skin. I take refuge in his lungs. And it’s then that I see what’s creating the cataract of sludge. Great piles of charred mess building across the walls. Too hot, poisoned air launched at me and him with kamikaze apathy and sniper-like precision. And all the while he spits the scorched oxygen to his heart. Cranking out more pollution than his body can dispose of. And me with my gas mask, hell-bent on tearing down the filth. I shovel it out like a chimney sweep in a stack that’s still on fire. Until my energy is spent. Until the tears stream hot and sulfurous, only adding to the contaminated blood. And I hope that if I stay here, a living thing inside of him, that the air that falls in on me will somehow be clean. That I can breathe life back into him. But the sky above me is filled with explosions of darkness. And the bombs only continue to fall.