When time is gone, what will the Universe remember about us? An eclectic collection of fictional short stories that wax cautious and cynical about the misplaced priorities of the human race, Outer Space

Jake knew that there was no point in trying to fight it. He knew that there was no point in trying to ignore that overwhelming sense of wrong he felt in his head, no point in simply walking away and going

Not many know this, but when the time comes for a planet to part ways with its own existence and the existence of everything on its hitherto solid surface, living and dead, it does not, contrary to popular

Some time ago, I heard tell of an abandoned mini-putt course in a forest in my city of Hamilton, Ontario. As someone with a genuine love for exploring the abandoned and forgotten, I was extremely interested

(Part I Available Here) (Part II Available Here) That was all decades ago. I don’t know why this took me so long to write about. I truly don’t, and I can’t say that anything beyond the basics of age-induced

Nestled deeply in the small valley town of Dundas, Ontario, hidden from sight and sound by a basin of tall trees and the work of glaciers melted tens of thousands of years ago, there lay a small body of

(Part I Available Here) I did speak again, eventually, to ask Bill more about this place. It took me a while, though. In the silence that followed his statement about finally looking past time and space,

You wake up on a Monday or a Tuesday or a Wednesday or whatever and the first thing you think of is the dread that you felt in your half-dreams from a half-slumber in your half-blanketed bed, and how that

I was just curious. That’s all it ever was: a hobby born from my natural curiousity. I wasn’t looking for sins or secrets, wasn’t looking to pull tricks or cause trouble. I just wanted to listen, to connect,

“I mean, the whole thing was just a stupid accident, and I don’t see why anyone cares.” It's become something of an exhausting personal mantra for Edgar Greaves, the infamous engineer whose name is now

I first became friends with Bill what feels like a lifetime ago, back when I was working as a bored, frustrated creative writing teacher and technically out-of-work author. Memories of those days are easy