Joined December 2009.

2 stories, 1 challenge, 6 comments, and 1 friend

Made of the same decaying organic matter as everyone else.


  1. I love you, unborn son.

    Sometimes when I’m in bed, and the only sound is the snoring in my ear, I think too much. I start out with something small, like; Oh my God, I’m having a baby. Okay, that’s not small, but that’s as small as it gets these days. U...

  2. Eye for an Eye

    For years he had heard the voices of his parishioners; the teenagers that only did it when they were made to, the adults who were tired of the endless work and loveless marriages. A cheating spouse, he could handle, a thief, a liar- fine. All of these ...

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