Oneself sometimes have a thought. Beginning small, pecking at the inside of your skull. And as time goes, it slowly grows in size. Beginning to be released from ones mind. The pecking become ever higher. Louder. Incistent. Until one day it becomes to much. As it claims your every thinking moment, every single step, breath and sight only to remind you of itself. This is a collection of those thoughts, of short stories. Some bound to other thoughts. Some merely born from the thinking of other things. A collection of short stories that hopefully shall never truly end for as long as I take breath. For a human that does not think, is never truly alive. And as I leave you adieu. I wish that you enjoy even a single story.