Two young men sit under a tree, enjoying the ocean breeze during a sunset. Then, as one of them finds a wilted flower, the conversation shifts into one about the inevitability of death.

The story follows Robert Rosford, a madman who feels like he has lost everything. He made a choice and was a drunkard. He gets news that a funeral is happening for someone he knows, and a lady dressed in black won't stop pestering him to go.

It is a journal of someone trying to get away, trying to be free, but encountering something that they will never return.

Tranquil is my heart and empty is mind. But no light shows my way through the darkness. No light, but that of the lonely Wayfaring Stranger, who offered to guide me away from this abyss.

Living amongst humans is such a drag, at least that's what Thanatos feels. Why do people put up with so much of this noise and cruelty? As the god of death he can offer an alternative. That is until he meets Eros and she offers him a new point of view.

The ongoing paradox of life is that the worst parts of life and ourselves drive us to death, and that in order to pursue life we must love ourself including the worst parts. One man has an encounter with Love, Suffering and Death.

I have only a chapter or two left to finish the novel I'm writing and that has given me a very bizarre compulsion not to finish it. So, instead I wrote about what an interesting day must look like for a Grim Reaper.

This novel will contain various stories written by me or an artificial intelligence nonsensical writer. So, enjoy those stories that I don't even understand myself.

One piece in a puzzle : I am have fallen in love with you, and the string of fate that ties us both is a beautiful, forgotten summer day. But not every love is answered, and not answer is with love.

The king of a poor country wanted money for his coffers, so he imposed an "existence tax" on his people. Well, what was the result?