The Last Traveler

Time has lost all meaning for me, in this empty wastes that I travel in. My mind has even started to go, and I do not remember where I was heading. All I know is that I am heading to the Mountains. Mountains I will have to cross to get to where I was heading.

The Tyrant’s America

It is hard to post these days, it’s like what can I even say? It’s obvious that The Tyrant, Trump, is using methods like the KGB and the Stasi. Is that what we are now? Have we really traded freedom for tyranny? This isn’t what America was, and as much as our founding fathers’ personal

The Passing of Nothing

Slowly the time slips by, slowly the minutes, the seconds tick by Sitting silently watching the clock, feeling every second of the tick, and tock Yearning to get up and move, feeling the muscles quiver, yearning to groove But here I sit unable to The computer remains closed, the television blank, and the books discarded

Quietly into the Dark

*Disclaimer, mature themes dealing with war are in this short story. I would hate to cause anyone PTSD with this, and or trigger anyone.* Must I be doomed for the way I feel? Am I wrong to wish for peace when all others want war? I have seen so many die, I don’t know if