Henry Bush
Short Stories
I Am Cold
My first short story (since school). A lot of the creepiness and horror of it is down to your imagination.
The last person on earth. An overdone concept, I know. Here's my take on it.
True love is a wonderful thing. This story was rushed, but came out ok.
Death Comes Easy
My most recent story, though still nearly five years old (as of 2005). I don't pretend to know what goes through the mind of depressed people, but I wrote this anyway.