Isn't it such a cute idea that dystopia is a destination to be reached? Despite descending into eternal torture within the core of the Earth, the thoughts that lingered in his mind were that of his daughter... What responsibility does an individual have to the larger communities they reside in...

It's the end of the world. What could miserably pathetic people possibly even do with waking up to less than 24 hours, freed and shackled at the same time by the weight of everything tumbling down?

After promising to dive into the infinite abyss with his lover, the man enamored with death instead found himself waking up in a hospital bed, only to learn that he failed while she didn't, and for the next few months as he recovers from the fall in the hospital, he must grapple with his survival...

If you're reading this because you saw this on New or something, go read my other work, namely Some Sort of Series, which is actually a novel series. This is just a place to keep some silly ramblings of mine, but maybe you'll find value in them. These are going to be blog posts, random thoughts, ...