Writing

Short Story

Short Story

What would the the last image you would want to take with you, after death....?

A poem about my grandma that pass away few years ago. I miss her ;(

as per request am I continuing the series.

We meet Ole' Ernie. Leader of the crying saints.

I was thinking of innocent people who die and how we try to sugar coat our world.

chapter three, not much more I can say...

Chapter 4 of two halves... yup

People have asked me to continue this, so I decided. Why not?

Two people, literally worlds apart.

Tags death