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Mike Yost

Too Late: A Short Story

“It’s out there. Waiting for me,” I say. The doctor only nods, lines of indifference carved across his forehead. “It waits with an eternal patience that outlast...
Mike Yost

Mike Yost

Greetings. I’m Mike. People call me Mike. I’m just a gay guy trying to be creative before I’m kicked off this spinning, planet-sized spaceship hurdling through the void of space. Writing and photography are the creative outlets I spill my brain into when mental monsters start clawing at the back of my eyes. I only hope these articles provide readers with a few insights I’ve carefully gathered in cupped hands, cracked hands that have dueled for decades with these nebulous shadows that haunt so many lives. Plus, writing is a great way to pass the time on this planet-sized spaceship hurdling through the void of space.