My writing

The Visible Breath of John Mouthsrun.

The story of a man of low intelligence who ponders over the origin of the mist one's breath becomes on a cold night.

High.

An explanation of what it's like to have just ingested much more than the normal amount of caffeine.

There it is

A flow of consciousness piece. I thought, and I wrote. Please, if you do not understand, do not worry. Only two people who have read this piece have understood it. That is myself, and John Danielson (If you see this John, I'm sorry I can't spell your last name. Actually, you're lucky I can spell your first.) I'm told this is best understood when I read it aloud. Too bad. Have fun.

Ernest meets God

A piece I wrote during the summer. I haven't shown it to anyone. I haven't worked on it much. As a result, it is in need of much revision that is not (obviously) present in the current version. Anyhow, it's about a man who comes to the realization that he is God, the universe, and everything in it. Have fun.

Snow

This is a piece that I wrote shortly before I went to bed one night. It draws a metaphor between snow and humanity. I think that means something. It's poetry, which I've never had much luck at, so please forgive any mistakes or any utter idiocy you may encounter.

The Incredible Saga of Banjo Joe and His Elderly Pal Ed

A pretty good piece of writing if you ask me. It's about a man named William Smith who, by whatever strange workings of fate, becomes "Banjo Joe" the town banjo player. The story outlines his life. Oh yeah, it's supposed to be funny.

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