The Forest recedes as humanity bleeds the earth. Concrete towers and money that speaks and has super powers. Entry for the Dystopian contest. Based on my passion for environmental concerns sorry if it...
A tribute to my favourite irrational fear;The Fear of Missing Out.
I hope it makes you smile.
This work is from the perspective of scientists from another galaxy chasing radio signals to Earth. In love with its culture and art they seek to save Earth.
I wrote this a while ago, but only yesterday it made sense:
a man's search for something he don't know what it is.
I still don't know, but I've seen it.
Lydia shifted the frame of her glasses, pulling a patterned napkin from her pocket and wiping away tears, she gave a shaky smile to the camera "things will feel almost normal for awhile, but please un...
Frank entered the small cottage, the smell of steak and kidney stew floated in the air and his stomach, much to his surprise, growled in anticipation, his Nan sat in an overstuffed chair, brown pale l...
“THE END IS NEAR, THE END IS NEAR, REPENT REPENT, THE END IS NEAR” Frank rolled his eyes at the stranger brandishing a bible, he was right, but did he really think yelling at people was going to help,...
The Forest recedes as humanity bleeds the earth. Concrete towers and money that speaks and has super powers. Entry for the Dystopian contest. Based on my passion for environmental concerns sorry if it...
A tribute to my favourite irrational fear;The Fear of Missing Out.
I hope it makes you smile.
This work is from the perspective of scientists from another galaxy chasing radio signals to Earth. In love with its culture and art they seek to save Earth.
I wrote this a while ago, but only yesterday it made sense:
a man's search for something he don't know what it is.
I still don't know, but I've seen it.
Lydia shifted the frame of her glasses, pulling a patterned napkin from her pocket and wiping away tears, she gave a shaky smile to the camera "things will feel almost normal for awhile, but please un...
Frank entered the small cottage, the smell of steak and kidney stew floated in the air and his stomach, much to his surprise, growled in anticipation, his Nan sat in an overstuffed chair, brown pale l...
“THE END IS NEAR, THE END IS NEAR, REPENT REPENT, THE END IS NEAR” Frank rolled his eyes at the stranger brandishing a bible, he was right, but did he really think yelling at people was going to help,...