How many people are you? I'm not talking about schizophrenia, I'm talking about the person you show to others. I'm a few different people dependant on the situation in which I find myself. I'm the work person, the son person, the brother person, the church person, the husband person, and probably a few more. So … Continue reading Multiple Persons
A short story of the last few hours of someone left behind . . . Chapter 1 He sat staring at the computer monitor, looking at the blank page in front of him. What was going on? He had never had this problem before, but nothing came. Nothing permeated through the cloud of confusion, doubt … Continue reading In The Final Hours . . .
More and more I am finding that there is less and less to laugh about. There is nothing that is funny anymore. So much crap and guff, and garbage all over the place. Nothing is funny. Life grinds to a halt. The thorn in the flesh digs a little deeper, and there doesn't seem to … Continue reading Laughing . . . Failing