If there were any words which could supply the answer as to why, they never came. The only thing that came, and seldom at that, was the man on the opposite side of the door. But never did he divulge an answer as to why.
Desolation of the Lost (Words:1,100; Read time: 5 min.) The desert called to him. Spoke to him on every level. Its desolation. The ancient nature of it–the… Read more “Desolation of the Lost”
(Words: 700; Read time: 5 min.) Mind’s Vector Beneath the pale blue glow of a lonely lamp lay the man on his bed. The white sheets drawn… Read more “Mind’s Vector”