Stories

There was once a house sitting all alone. It sat surrounded by planes and dead chopped up trees. It sat all alone waiting for a day it would find a friend.

My dear Judith, I recently heard you had become somewhat of a private investigator. So perhaps I should start calling you Detective Judith Grey.

Have you ever gone skydiving before?

Those impossibly disgusting things

To choose how the story ends. To sadden all around you. To have the pride to think you can choose when you leave.

Many had fallen. Many had stopped. They all should've. I should've. But I never did. I kept going. I shoved away everyone close to me. Everyone that ever cared about me. Everyone that could care about me. Because I had to keep going. I needed to. If I didn't, I would have died with everyone else. If I didn't, I...