Quick Flash Fiction about driving alone at night.

A brief tale of a harrowing encounter with a menacing pie.

[slash m/m] two boys under a sky / "If they had been in a race, Ret would have gotten the silver medal. Which was fantastic and all, but rather underwhelming in a competition with only two participants."

He was a arrogant, prick, whose personal space bubble is nearly as large as his ego. And in his bubble, he sworn to never fall in love. Until I came along to burst his little barrier. Enough said.

A compilation of short stories, focusing on the emotions of androids, and their place in a chaotic and changing world. Story 1: Because it's all I can do, I'll stack boxes with you. Story 2: Our feelings are like matted hair, unpredictable and knotted. Story 3: Eternity is in my programming. In Progress

DELETE HISTORY? CONFIRM. CANCEL. Clearing a computer's history - we've all done it. But have we ever thought about what that little apostrophe actually means? Have we ever really thought about anyone but ourselves?

A love poem gone bad?

The eternal paradox.