Some very good haikus that were writing for fun.

This was meant to be longer. I wanted it to be the introductory chapter in a novel, but I lack the commitment, so instead turned it into a short story. The phone calls were meant to build to something, but, as previously stated, I am a lazy fuck. This isn’t for any class.

A little calming soothing place I used to love visiting.

A story of two young boys who the haunted by an experience while they go fishing.

How things used to be.

The perils of flatulence.

Father and son.

The life of a fisherman, and the joy it gives him.

A story that starts with a suicide and ends happily with a reconciliation of lovers.

A very “serious” tale designed to make you think outside the box.