Writer’s Overload

    Bloodshot eyes peaked at the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall. It was an old heirloom from good times, and…

    Taking care of (Old) Friends

    They’ve seen us sob over the passing of our goldfish and laugh so hard that our abs are sore the…

    The Men in Boots Are Coming!

    I had been accused of paranoia by my close friends, but they couldn’t deny that I had a knack for…

    the alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting!