Merry Christmas · 1:25am Dec 26th, 2016
Merry Christmas everybody, once again the time of friends and family, of joy and spirits, of bonds and brethren is upon us.
I hope you have all had an amazing time during the holidays, or are going to, no matter what you celebreate.
Now, for a bit of news on my story front. The next chapter of "Old Scars, New Chances" is finished, but it will be a little while untill I will be able to release it. I dont want t osend it off to my editor immediatly as he is alsjo enjoying the holidays. But after, you will be getting 3 long chapters in rapid sucsession.
I have also been working on a lot of other projects of mine. I have so many ideas and I cant limit myself to just one story. So, Ill leave you with a small sample of something i have been working on these past months.
A lone figure sits atop of a small pile of rubble. The remains of what used to be a grand building, hundreds of stories tall, a product of a great age. An accountant named Greg used to work there, he would clock in at eight thirty, smile and nod to the cute receptionist, maybe say “hello” if he was feeling adventurous that day. He would then hurry up to his desk, because no matter when he showed up, it was “too late” for his boss. He would apologize, it did not matter if he was late or not, Greg liked to play it safe. After a few minutes of work, just long enough for his boss to go do something else, Greg would scamper off to get some coffee; just like everyone else, they needed it to function that early in the morning.
Time would move slower than what seemed possible for the next eight hours. Greg would silently curse the clock on a regular basis, but it was just doing its job, just like Greg. On his way out at the end of the day, he would smile and nod to the receptionist again, hoping that she would notice him. It was his routine.Like the building they used to work in, Greg was no more, neither was the cute receptionist.
The wind starts to pick up, sending a rush of dust over the rubble like waves on a stormy sea. In a way, this is a sea now, the rocks, the crumbled buildings, all that used to be that are no more- are now the ocean floor. The dust, sand and grime in the air, that rolls across the landscape, is the waves; the sea. Made of what used to be. But this sea has no more fish in it, no schools of guppies, no predatory sharks. The only thing that remains, is a lone sailor who sits unmoving within the turbulent cloudy sea.
Merry christmas my friend!