Hi! My name is Owen and I like to write. Short stories mainly but trying my hand at novellas currently so we'll see how that works out.
Just one more sip, that'll do the trick; a whiskey fuelled diatribe to end the day on a drunken note. I guess we're all alcoholics but we just don't know it yet..
The important point is not whether the glass is half full or half empty but that it's in need of filling up!.
Love life, live life, live love, love love..
Love life, live life, live love, love love..
Love life, live life, live love, love love..
Bed is what I crave; a pit of absolute sanctuary and a pathway to a land of fantastical absurdities..
The bus was late; he looked impatiently at his wristwatch and then down the street, hoping to see the chunky vehicle approaching. Turning to his left he noticed a woman crossing the road.
Love is the elusive spectre, haunting everybody's social perceptions, Forcing them to go out and try to find it, Unknowing of the fact that when you look for something...you can never find it..