Stories

A poem of complete and utter transcendence and spiritual nothingness. A poem inspired by the writing style of Antonin Artaud.

This is NOT a story!

This is part of my Writing Therapy.

I really don’t recommend anyone reading it.

It’s rubbish and probably should be deleted.

I have been absent for a while, this is a brief autobiography to try to explain my absence. I hope anyone who reads will understand.

How does a man deal with the death of his wife and picking up the pieces? Sometimes not well.

This is an updated version based on some user input. Hopefully it reads a little better.

Sometimes we start over, even when we don't want to. Sometimes we find help where we hadn't asked for or known we needed it. And sometimes, we end up helping someone else along the way.

Tom is broken from years of physical and emotional abuse. He believes he is past the point of being fixed. Connor sees the Tom underneath the mask of happiness, the Tom that no one else realizes is there. But can he help Tom while he's falling apart himself?

...like waking up at 3 am thinking about him....

Edward II, King of England, laments the loss of a battle and the loss of his friend and beloved Piers Gaveston. Little epic in sonnet form.

A myriad of emotions.. stirred up by something unconventional... unconditional.. and looked down upon, just because it's different

A vicious brain can play evil games to snatch the happiness from others, even though it had cost a life...