As I survey the hushed audience waiting below, I consider my opening line. ‘I can show you meaning in a grain of sand’. I’d pause there, long enough for the meaning to sink in; long enough to make them think. Thing is, it’s easy to know the meaning of life when you speak in riddles. You can use a thousand words and not say anything at all. This is my secret and no, this is not imposter syndro...

It had been fifteen years since the sun had last risen and in the halls of the dead, the corpses had mounted - too numerous to count. The halls of the dead began in every city across the world a few weeks after the Long Dark began and these halls had grown until cities were over-run. In every town and every village on every continent, the last man alive breathed his last. It was impossible to t...

They buried you at sunset. As the dying sun bled its last attempts at light into the hazy pink sky, your coffin was lowered into the ground. The red glare from the sky painted the shining wood and it glowed briefly, an ember in the earth, before the effect was ruined with a handful of dirt. I was the one who threw that dirt; the sound of it hitting the lid of the coffin made me think of fists b...