Existential Terror and Breakfast: 13

Malcolm Steadman will dial the suicide hotline in 46 days. The aroma of the port wine felt sweet and heavy as Malcolm Steadman poured it into a glass. He swirle...

Existential Terror and Breakfast: Tree

  The forest is never quiet. Birds only stop chirping when there is danger. The amount of time that had gone by since the tree was just a sapling to what i...

Existential Terror and Breakfast: 12

  Was nostalgia all he had to look forward to now? Was looking back all he had ahead of him? The thought had not gone away. He had done his best to repress...