The Tormented Mind – 6 – The End.
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...
The Tormented Mind – 5 – I don’t not believe you…
“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...
The Tormented Mind – 4 – Pulling The Strings.
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...
The Tormented Mind – 3 – The Party.
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...
The Tormented Mind – 2 – The Cracking Of Lies.
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...
The Tormented Mind – 1 – Strings and things.
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,...
Vetra Machine.
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 depression.
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....
The Chill Of Nobody.
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 Nameless Voyage.
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...