A collection of love poems written, but never sent. Still waiting for the day that someone finds them and decides they're worth reciting.

Poetry I've written without a clear purpose for.

Dr. Otto Wahr held a reputation of an essentric nature, most often adorened in his plague doctors mask while roaming the wards of St. Martins hospital. While some of his patients called him 'The Good Doctor', most saw what insanity crept behind his kindly deminor without living to speak of it. Gathered here is a collection of personal accounts from Dr. Wahr with detailings of his madness during the age of Queen Victoria.

Curiosity turns to terror in a collection of short stories. Hear accounts of the macabre and mystery from within the mind of S.S.D.