Writer, reader, pizza eater.
Driver for the Dead
She came to me while I slept. I was blurry eyed and still half asleep when I agreed, fetching my keys and wandering to the car. It was once in the car, with only the moon and the green of traffic lights scattering color across sodden blacktop, that I realized what was happening.
The Old World
Yes, parts of the old world still remain, but only those parts we chose to hang on to. No social or technological evolution could ever truly rid us of our affinity for life; our love for things that grow, for the shade of a tree or the caress of an early summer's breeze. Our sights may have been set on the stars, but our hearts will forever belong to green and blue.