I wrote this a few years back after reading 1984. There is some great language in that book.

Phooey finds a runaway classmate.

This is about certain readers who search out content they know will offend them.

Sitting at my computer. Wondering what to do. Maybe write things. Maybe search things. Maybe, I don’t know what to do.

Interesting word nothing and we all use it dozens of times each day. But what
does it mean?

Introspection of what will be.

The beauty of true love. But does it really exist?