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.

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?

A quiet story about a boy born into a world that never asked for him.

Adam wakes with a ringing phone at the end of his bed and a friend at his door. It's always hard to accept what we don't want to believe, and even harder to put hope down. Is it better to let the phone ring or to answer it? Even if the answer will be one you knew would come and can't bear to hear...

I'm not homesick.