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The virus is taking over. People are dying. Hospitals are overflown.

After time contemplating words to myself sipping too many cups of coffee, and daydreaming of stories I will never write

Who Gets To Decide What Is Essential - Poem I got fired, for my job is not considered essential. With that, they just admitted that my...

One Thing To Remember - Short Story A room of dejected and down scientists sat at a table done with their research. All the numbers, all...

As I walk this earth my words are not read or heard. None of my books ever sell any copies. No audience lines up to read me.

On an early morning just past midnight, Mark had decided his fight for life would end. He would jump from the eighth-floor story building.

I sat at the kitchen table in silence. Stereotypical Leprechaun, yes that’s his name, sat next to me, wearing a cowboy hat, and a one-piece