A Shattered MindI was content in the world. I may not have been rich, handsome or surrounded by the best of people, but I was happy. I could spend day upon day, simply thinking, playing or roaming the out of doors. It was that one momentous day that I met her. The girl that could only fulfil my dreams. Sweet, funny and attractive. Amanda, I think was her name.A Shattered Mind by MontyBojangles
It was alike any other day. Sunny, warm and cloud free; something very unfamiliar to the people of England. Rather than spend all day in the miserable dark, I decided to roam free, in the vast fields that surrounded my tiny village. As I set foot outside my house, not once did I think that I might just see the girl that would complete my life. I walked down the short, industrial road with cookie cutter houses joined down either side. This was a small price to pay for the size of the village; which had been here for hundreds of years. I came to the one and only crossing on my journey. A set of ancient traffic lights which hadn’t seen much c
WastelandHe lay there. The wind passed over the tent, quietly whispering to the occupants. The sun, weak but beautiful, sat still in the frozen night. With each breath, clean, icy air filled lungs. There were only five of them here. Alone. In the wilderness. Surrounded by miles, upon miles of wasteland. The zip tears down, a head comes out.Wasteland by MontyBojangles
One man. He wakes the others, tells them to get a move on. One by one, each member climbs groggily out of their tent. Except one. The group don't notice. They have to prepare for the day.
They're ready. The last member still hasn't come out, they slowly tug the zip upwards, breaking it free of the icy grip. They call. No response. One of the members enters the tent, only to come out moments later, whiter than the ice that he stands on. He drags the body of the last member out onto the smooth ice. He lay there. Several gasp. The member who dragged the poor, frozen soul out stares endlessly at the body. His friend. Crystals of blood surround a harsh cut
I like space. |
I'm just too cynical.
I can bring fun, I can bring pain...
I like to play my hand with debates (Try me).
I've been known to dabble with photography and literature
Apparently, I remind people of Jeremy Clarkson.
I take pride in the fact I will be the most uninteresting person you will talk to.
People always copy my most uncreative of names.
Ad astra per aspera, ad honorem.
2 + 2 = 5
I can neither confirm or deny that I have worked for the NSA.
And I'm afraid I've run out of things to tell you.
Oh, maybe this:
No need to say thanks for the random favourite/watch! I know you love doing it, but I know