Stories

I went to a therapist once. She told me to write down my feelings, wants, and desires, but I never returned to give her my findings because my college only provided one free session. I also never wrote them down.

Better time than any, I suppose.

A mothers day poem for the woman in my life

This is a story I wrote in 2019. However, in the light of present circumstances I felt it was necessary to re-write it, placing the spotlight on an especially vulnerable group in a country and a people that was plunged into vulnerability as a whole by brutal aggression.

It is actually a fast shot from the hip, re-written in the heath of anger and frustration, and it may contain some mistakes, since it is only very scarcely edited. If so, I sincerely apologize for them.

Mark Clemens is a best selling author suffering from writers block. He comes across an ancient typewriter in an antique shop, and soon discovers that the typewriter once belonged to his grandfather. The typewriter and his grandfather’s ghost possess him, in a good way, and together they write the best novel of Mark’s career.

A winter's night, a piano bar, and a troubled relationship...

Benjamin accidentally enters the afterworld. Will he be able to come back?

Words as drivel... My late night non-sense.

As nick faces the end of his life, he has to find a way to get rid of the clingy Filipino boy that won't leave him alone. One last cruel act and then he can die in peace.

It's Connors birthday and he's spent it alone. But can a call from a good friend cheer him up.

Note: I wrote this story for a school project many years ago and just found it existing in a corner of my hard-drive. I have edited it slightly but otherwise it exists as it did then.

A novel of love, a long history and murder
by Dagobert