The lights reflection looks pretty at night by the river but what happens when you take a picture.

its about cows melting Would we give up meat before it kills us?

I wanted to write a short story about my small fear of the sky, so here's a short story on an idea I had based on H.P. Locecraft's work.

When parents leave, the invader arrives

Don't get into small spaces. You know that feeling you get when stuck somewhere, well I wanted to write a story about that. I thought it was an interesting concept so read if your interested.