Guilt as a Trench

It’s raining heavily as we stand at the station. I hold out my hand, but he doesn’t take it. Why … Continue reading Guilt as a Trench

Magic Mushrooms.

Every movie and television show, every novel, every videogame. They all seemed to portray the post-apocalyptic world the same way. … Continue reading Magic Mushrooms.

The Hole.

I never believed I could be comfortable with my own thoughts. I am alone, yet I do not feel lonely. … Continue reading The Hole.

The Decline

They all thought I was crazy. Now they’re all dead. Every person I ever knew, and probably every other person … Continue reading The Decline