Saving the planet, according to a pessimist.
Two work-friends discuss the meaning of their work in a small room during the last minutes of their lunch hour. (300 words)Read more "The Lunch Room"
‘Throwing the poker chips, flipping the Monopoly board, unplugging the Nintendo, taking your ball and going home.’Read more "A Socio-cultural Analysis of the Rage Quit"
Trigger Warning: Unpleasant truths ahead.Read more "Why I Don’t Like Feminists"
Harwood is a quaint village that sits cosily on the outskirts of a town surrounded by forest and field. Its inhabitants, most of whom are over the age of fifty, are used to and appreciate the lifeless status-quo that has been solidified over the years.Read more "The Mortal Resolve"
I can handle the slight shiver down my spine as I turn a corner. I don’t mind a second glance at the end of the hallway. I’m all for a skip in my heartbeat when the floorboards shriek below me as I wander downstairs into the darkness.Read more "Black Mass"
The stars are dripping onto me from above. We’re all together – the wind, the clouds – yet we all carry on, alone as we ever have been. We are not sad, despondent, or dejected. We are not happy, satisfied, or fulfilled. We just carry on.Read more "Oversky"