I drink and I write things.
Dear Death, Or should I say, my death? I suppose it is pretentious of me, but given the circumstances of our encounter, you may decide to indulge me.
By Redmond Panddington3 years ago in Poets
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Or so they say, thought Nina as she quickly tried to sort through all the different readings in her helmet’s Heads Up Display.
By Redmond Panddington3 years ago in Fiction
