A game is played. Existence rests in the balance.
About someone who has left their world to find something better
A short story reflecting myself and my change in perception on returning home
This is a poem about running around with someone you love.
A short story of my dreams with a sprinkle of creativity. Author's Note: This is my first story so feedback is appreciated :>
Simon visits a historical landmark and wonders why the Irish might be afraid of a little rain
A man waits for the train. Where does the train go? Who is the figure on the other side of the platform? Is anything real?
Simon sets out to see the town and has a disturbing encounter at the local pub
About someone who has left their world to find something better
A short story reflecting myself and my change in perception on returning home
This is a poem about running around with someone you love.
A short story of my dreams with a sprinkle of creativity. Author's Note: This is my first story so feedback is appreciated :>
Simon visits a historical landmark and wonders why the Irish might be afraid of a little rain
A man waits for the train. Where does the train go? Who is the figure on the other side of the platform? Is anything real?
Simon sets out to see the town and has a disturbing encounter at the local pub