Poetry

Nomad

I was born in specialty , Growing up to not fit in, I keep travelling to find what I'm looking for, Though I do not know what I want. I see nothing but everything sees me. I grasp nothing, I refuse nothing. I receive but I do not keep. When you search for it, you… Continue reading Nomad

Novels

The last stand

The sound of the flickering light in the room festered until the lamp stabalized. Banging sounded from a nearby echo in a corridor somewhere. It was followed by a louder more imposing smash. It didn't stir any of the soldiers. The remnants of a once strong regiment was now down to 20 men and women.… Continue reading The last stand