Decay of one’s being…as it is seen through the eyes of the deceased.

Poem.

I seriously want to be with her the rest of my life, but sometimes I don’t know if she really feels the same way.

At least it cut down on how much red meat we ate.

A story about the end of the world.

Poetry.

My first ever poem… This one was written while I though about the state we have left the world in and about how close to destruction we could be.

Quick Science Fiction romp that asks "What would happen if the missing mass of the universe were found?"

The only witness left… the moon.

What happens after a nuclear Explosion.