christopher nash
Stories (9/0)
Who Am I To Forgive Myself?
The world today is full of surprises. Everywhere you turn, the atmosphere is heated up, and left to burn lackadaisically among the ashes of renewed energy. “Where is this new energy you speak so highly of? I’ve been many things in my life but a dumbass won’t one of them!!”
By christopher nashabout a year ago in Psyche
Parallel Unto Hell
I walk somberly, half arched like an injured animal. Fearful of what awaits me through the twisted, maniacal manifestations of my illusions; delusions that call before me. They show me things that I’m not at liberty to discuss, nor am I free to just express myself in such a manner as to belittle what I do know.
By christopher nashabout a year ago in Poets
The Gods’ Rule The Mainframe
Dark, dark days were ahead, in this final, demented race, for the White House. With only 6 more weeks before the victor was crowned King, or Queen, of the New World, slash Free Enterprise, of which freedom was, for a great while now, unemployed and without too much to go on, these days, considering we were now literally living in The Purge.
By christopher nashabout a year ago in Fiction