Occasionally I'll find myself writing a bit of prose. This is unusual for me, since prose is longer and more involved. There's a lot of work to be done in finishing off a piece. That's why you'll find that all of my prose compositions that I've put on here are only fragments. I'll start with an idea, develop it for a while, then go and do something else. Then I never get into quite the same spirit again, and so I don't get around to finishing them off. I guess this means that I'll never become a published author.
Fragment: A second person narrative on a murder. [1/7/1993]
Fragment: The joy of suicide. [30/1/1995]
Fragment: A vision of an early morning. [27/11/1996]
Fragment: A personal rant inspired by a dream. [10/7/1997]