Welcome to my site. This site is used as a digital commonplace book. There is no theme here, other than there being no theme at all. "Scraps" is for things I've saved from other places. "Thoughts" are for things from me.

Here is what a blockquote looks like. As you can tell, it's very fancy. You can put little snippets in here or small stories. Little mushroom sprouts, if you will.

Two men in black suits exited a car in front of a small single story house. The thick clouds above them hid the moon and the stars. The man who had been driving looked down at his watch, barely able to make out the time with the porch light aiding him. Eleven o'clock. The day was almost over. He sighed and opened the door. "I guess that's it then." He said to the man standing behind him. "I doubt we'll see most of them again after this." The other man followed him into the house. "Probably not. The cemetery they picked out was so far away too. Jim didn't live anywhere near that place." "A lot of his older relatives are buried out there. The family used to live out that way." The first man tossed his keys into a dish. "I'm gonna change and take a shower. Are you tired?" "Yeah, why?" The other man rested on the couch. "Do you mind cooking something? If you're too tired, don't worry about it. I'll do it myself." "I'll do it." The man on the couch stretched. He looked over. "Hey Jesse, do you really think that was an accident?" Jesse went quiet for a moment. "Probably." The man on the couch touched his prosthetic leg. "Yeah, I guess." Jesse looked at the clock again. "Are you worried about that, Ethan?" "I don't know." Ethan let his hand fall to his side. "Maybe." "Nothing's going to come get you again. I won't let anything happen." Jesse said. "But how? If it comes back again, you..." Ethan's eyes were full of fear. He gazed at Jesse as if he had already foreseen some distant spectre strangling their shadows. "We haven't seen it since." "We never saw it. We heard it. I felt it. We don't know what it looks like." Ethan reminded him. Jesse turned away. "It was probably an accident. Don't worry about it. Besides, even if it wasn't, we know what we need to do. There's no reason to be afraid." Ethan sunk down on the sofa. "Poor Jim. Should we...have told him about what we figured out?" "I did. He didn't think it mattered for him." Jesse said. "Didn't seem like a whole lot mattered to him anymore." "What do you mean?" Ethan asked. "Don't worry about it. I'll be out in about twenty minutes." Jesse waved and walked toward the bedroom. He grabbed a pair of boxers and a shirt to wear after his shower. After turning on the shower, he cracked the bathroom window open slightly and waited for the room to fill with steam. Glancing back at the bathroom door, he pulled out a box from under the sink. Inside was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Jesse lit a cigarette and tucked the box back away under the sink. He smoked in the direction of the window.