The Intro. “Trust me, I’ll get the scoop” it was the last thing she said as she left the office, notepad and pen in hand. It was literally the scoop of a lifetime, and she would not back away from it. She did not back away from stories full stop, but on this occasion it was the chance to document and see something that nobody had documented for around eight hundred years. Bollocks to…
The Nothing. There is actually a comfort in darkness. If you can’t see something then it, this is when the thought hits him. What if something is here and it can see him? Panic sets in, he can see nothing. He feels along the ground with his feet; it is just flat. Like a stone that has cracked in half, it is smooth, flawless. He drags his foot around, moving as he does so…
Time, time is cruel. You can say whatever you want, but you can never understand that time is a complete bastard. There is nothing special about it, the problem is what they do not tell you. I am here in this asylum; they call it a home, and it is because I messed with time. Excuse me one moment and I’ll explain. Right, that’s better. It is one perk of being here, free drugs! First…
A few things have been tweaked, this is what I’ll be submitting it/when I choose to.