Buzzards Stories

Once, there was a man who felt alone. He looked up to the moon and cried: "Am I alone?" Only the darkness answered cries. Only the darkness that festered in hi...

I wrote this two years ago, I think. I'm not so good at poetry, so this is surprisingly okay for me.

Southern Gothic Literature Every deed designed in the dark hearts of evil men lies naked before God. Every hidden counsel convened behind closed doors is always open to...

'Why are you writing this?' Chiam asks me in a low, wavering voice, already doubtful about my sanity. 'Because it happened. And I won. He lost.' I say, my tone high and...