Feeling as though my life and my mind had been destroyed.

The wind lets us know in no uncertain terms that we cannot hinder it. At times it is pleasant, then infuriating and may be fearful. Nevertheless we love it although we know that we cannot hinder it.

We only got one world.

How one life changed many others.

Why are most of our choices evil, immoral, and just plain bad? One day we will pay for those paths!

This is an essay about a nightmare and its possible connotations.

A short story in the first person about a serial killer who moves to sleepy Kansas town.

Metaphor, but what for?

Contemplation of the birth of a tornado is so fascinating and fantastic that it is impossible to look away.

A short story I wrote a little while back. I love writing short stories in my spare time. (Fiction)