I should never have gone down the rabbit hole. I was too overwhelmed with curiosity, a sense that there was something more, but, as you know, curiosity killed the cat…
I just wanted to be happy. The only joy I knew was ink and paper, reality was just an endless void, the future blocked by the bleak misery of tomorrow. Escape seemed a mere dream that throbbed in the back of my mind. So when it cam...
They were at it again. Two deranged maniacs screaming words of ridicule. Each sentence past them and hit me, harder and harder every time until the emotional scar had cut deep into my heart. The pain had already engulfed whatever sorry life I was living, and left me numb, emotionless. I watched from the comfort of the stairs, my fingers wrapped around the railings, as if at any second I could fall...
Something was off. The bitter air clung to solitary souls that wandered aimlessly through the night, followed by the watching eyes of a half moon. Discarded bottles and wrappers clambered soundlessly up desolate hills, slipping in and out of the puddles of light that shone beneath the street lamps. He was waiting. The last sign of life escaped from the darks debilitating grasp, and the night was h...
Pain. The manipulative devil that haunts and mocks the human race. It leaves them engulfed in anguish, helpless and alone. Sometimes it’s hidden in the shadows, mentally torturing you without your realisation, yet sometimes it’s right in your face infecting the empty crevices of your mind, and all you can do is let it drag you down because that’s all anyone can do, just sit and wait.
“ID please,” the man standing outside the door was tall, lines crisscrossing his ghostly face. Will pulled the plastic card from his wallet, and handed it to him. He studied the picture on the card, then moved his gaze to Will’s face. He placed the plastic on his desk and slid it back towards him. Then he grabbed Will’s sleeve and pulled him forward.
