Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

A new age, a new dawn, I feel old, I look old, this last week has aged me I think. Onward and upward, let’s spend this journey together, my new life, my new something. Let’s see where I find myself at the end of it all.

A clean start, I don’t remember the last time I shaved properly, I was younger, less, depleted, empty, but, it’s a starting point.

This is day one of unemployment. It’s been twenty something years since I’ve been in this position, wow, is it true, is reality finally here? Obviously.

What does my future hold? That’s what we are going to find out, together through this blog, each day, each step, and a candid photo of me, let’s see if I can look back and not know that face looking back at us all above.

For in the darkness, in the silence, it lives, it breeds contempt for all we are, all we will ever be, do we strive to let it win, or do we challenge it’s existence, and replace it with our own?