My Random Stories
Here's where you can read the stories I randomly write, which are probably never going to be published or anything 'cause they're super short and sometimes weird and pointless, but you can still find them here, so that's good.
A Story About A Road
The endless open road seemed to be a tremendously horrid plaice which I could never escape. True, I could eventually make my way out, find a car, a service station, a miracle. But no matter what I did I knew I would somehow find myself stuck there yet again. Like there was something embedded in my very being that could not control that unconsciously took me back there time and time again. And each time it becomes ever rarer to find a way out. And I fear someday I'll run out of cars and service stations and miracles. And once those were gone I can't say I'd know what to do.