
Disorganised
I didn't write this for me.
Retired liar, recovering alcoholic, and literary hack. A collection of auto-fiction, short stories, and glorified processing.
The post below is 'featured', so if you want you can start with that. Some posts can be ruminating, repetetive, and unproductive: Read at your own discretion.
Hiatus until the 17th of Oct.
I didn't write this for me.
More fever dreams.
Autofiction
Observations Of An Outsider.
Essay
The texture of love and loss. This one sucks.
Short Story
Richard reaches new heights.
Short Story
The climb is infinite in both directions.
Autofiction
The truth can hurt just as much.
Essay
And lose everything while doing so.
Esssay
I went looking in the wrong place.
Autofiction
You have to choose to live.
Essay
Just a story about a picnic.
Short Story
Oh god we're getting psychodynamic
Autofiction.
It has a lot more in common than you'd think.
Essay
You can still save yourself.
Autofiction
See title.
Autofiction.
I didn't write this for me.
I am greedy.
Auotofiction
"My mother? Let me tell you about my mother."
Autofiction
Is this what love is? I don't think you can love anyone after what happened to me.
Autofiction