I've almost finished my first, and best, short story. It's called the Road to Destiny. I'll be posting it on here soon. And the weird thing about writing, or all the arts, is that when you're working on something you start to hate it. Once you've finished it, you love it, but don't think it's your best. And at the moment
A hilarious spoof by unicycle of io9.
I think therefore I am but am I a butterfly and is this a dream?