: About Me

I no longer write on this site

My passion is ...

Those I hold dear, my flute, my guitar, music, doing awesome stuff, and running. Sometimes.

I know too much about ...

Some history, and video games.

My parents always told me ...

If you kill yourself doing that you're grounded.

My childhood ambition ...

First it was to be a train. Then I started thinking a lot and got confused.

My favorite memory ...

The best one

Why I write ...

It would appear that I do it to piss people off with poor writing and stupid ideas. But really I just write because I like to, no matter how bad I may be at it.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

My computer screen?

My first job ...

Bartending

My best moment ...

I'm not too good with "moments"

My inspiration ...

Jesus, a lot of Saints, those I hold dear, my cousin Tim. And any Pirates out there.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: End of the world

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The air is deathly still as the sun begins to appear over the horizon, causing deep shades of red to glisten off the river. The rays dance over the rubble of what was once the eighth largest metropolitan area in the United States, illuminating the endless ruin, revealing bullet holes in nearly every structure in sight, along with craters, burned out tanks, jeeps and other machines of war, and a mammoth crater nestled in the middle of it all. The crater is nearly 400 meters across, and its depth is over a quarter of that length. There is nothing but ash in the bowels of the hole, anything t...

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