Category: aMoM

I once read a story; in that story, there was a man who wrote a message on some toilet paper. This tale was set in...

“Hello,” a voice said. The voice belonged to the woman I had spoken to and helped at the store. Why, indeed how, we had ended...

And finally, in week two of April, we are back to some kind of normality. I wrote about good things being in the shadow of...

I have to write something different. Lockdowns are an affront to my needs and desires. I have many things that I want to do but...

Okay, so what weirdo pulled the global pandemic from the hat of shitshows? I mean, for Christ’s sake, of all the things I see, I...

I never wanted to do therapy. We should be clear on that point before we begin. I tell you this not because I am sane,...

Welcome To The Machine. Vetra Machine looked down at the ground as the rain fell. The dome above kept the worse of the acid rain...

It is a dark shadow that stands atop some of us. Come rain or shine, light or dark, day or night, it is always there....

It starts in my fingers. I can feel numbness, just a slight tingling in the very tips. The cold clings to me like the bobbles...

The darkness wrapped around them like a warm blanket as the salty water splashed over the boat’s edge; they had started their journey. The cool...