The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
In the early hours of the morning, on the 15th of December 2020, my Mother released her hold on this mortal coil, and passed peacefully in her sleep. You could say the timing was by her hand, and she was from all accounts pain free, unlike the months prior. She was stoic in every way …
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What a year it has already been, surely we are almost into 2021, and some sort of freedom from the disaster 2020 has been, right? I can't believe that the year, a year where I thought new horizons would be a grand design, has shat itself so terribly. Jobs have tumbled, wealth has nose dived, …
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Welcome to 20/20, the concept, not the year. Let me help you understand that statement, with a short explanation. Sometime ago (more than a handful of months I’m sure of now) I decided that the journey I took 4 years ago to broaden myself within the field of writing wasn’t exactly what I wanted it …
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Greetings my darkened friends, it is some time since I sat and talked with you about things of the mind’s nature. The time from these shores has been sparse, yet plentiful. I have sailed many seas, and saw many a great thing, but the sea kept shunting me back towards you, my fleshlings. So, as …
“I never meant for this to be what it turned out to be. I wanted it to be something wonderful, not this horrible ripe piece of shit it turned out to be. We,” he says pointing to to her and then back to himself. “WE were meant to be forever. But somewhere within this insanity …
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It’s something to see everything you ever put into this world slowly fall away like melting cheese. I know that sounds like a bad analogy, but it’s exactly how it all looked from where I am sitting. Life up until three hours ago wasn’t worth living, and then it happened. I’ve always been a major …
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He pulls himself from the water and collapses breathless onto the muddy bank, his side throbbing. He glances quickly down and pulls his eyes away even quicker. Three ribs stick out through his flesh, blood gushes from within leaving him in agony and the perpetual fear of his oncoming death. He forces his hand into …
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“I know it’s a long shot, but what else do I have?” Derek says as he turns the key, bringing the engine to like with a snarl. “You realise what it’ll cost you, regardless of the outcome?” “It’s not my fate that matters anymore, it’s hers,” he says looking up at him, tears in his …
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“Whimsical thinking’s of a world gone mad, that’s what she said before she ran out of the door. Crazy bitch must’ve been totally off her tree, it was minus six and she didn’t even take her coat,” Carl exclaims with eyes wide and dry as he darts a quick glance over to the coat that …
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“Are you all suck here? Are any of you able to leave here?” Steward asks, only to receive silence as his answer. “Is anyone still with us?” Sophie asks towards the darkness around them, the rem pod explodes with colours and a high pitched noise quickly followed by everyone’s ghost meter pros lighting up and …
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