So life just hit me like a ton of bricks, hence why I haven’t been posting recently. And these aren’t your regular house bricks, I mean those huge concrete ones they use to build schools these days. So yeah, writing has been the last thing on my mind as of recent, and only now have I regained the urge to do write.

It’s nothing I’m gonna talk about. Not only do I not want to even remotely think about it, but the issue has been resolved and there’s no point continuing to dwell on it. After all it only makes sense to look in the direction my life is going, not the path my footprints are already stained on.

Naturally, with the past four days of my life being taken up completely, I really have nothing else interesting to tell. I just thought I’d use this is my way of apologising for neglecting this and to dismiss any concerns. I’m not going to stop doing this, so long as it still interests me. Which it does.



It’s been a while since I took a trip to the spooky side of the planet. No, not the outdoors. Went to a friend’s house and we stuck on some creepy video game… videos. Walked home in the darkness and the paranoia felt great. Made me wanna check every corner I turned.

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Was considering writing yesterday night when I got back, but I was very tired. Wanted to sleep on an actual bed. in a house with central heating, rather than an airbed in a tent. Was great to be behind brick walls again.

We had a fun time though, most fun I’ve had in a short while. Time away from my PC was just what I needed… even though I’m now glued to it again. Save me.

But then again, not much beats a short walk on the beach every night, the occasional swim in the water when it doesn’t freeze you to your bones. It was cold, windy and humid, but I liked it. The sun setting over the crimson sea that stretched out to the horizon as far as the eye could see was somewhat breath-taking. You get an entirely different feel than from Google images.

Tell you what is strange though; It’s strange to think that when you sit on the sand, staring out just above the ocean, you’re staring at another coastline that you can’t see. And it’s likely that someone on that coastline is glaring right back at you, perhaps even waving in the wind… and you’d never know about it.

Pull up a map, and the countries don’t look too far apart. So it’s kinda crazy to stare up from that map and see just how much of a difference the 1cm : 5km ratio makes.


Things have slowed down significantly in my life as of recent, and as a result it’s hard to actually write about what’s going on.  Suppose I could say that two friends fell out and will probably never speak to one another again, but that’s none of my business and I could be wrong about it.

My writing is (Kinda?) back on track, managed to get several pages done in one day, something I haven’t done in a very long time. Something in my head is trying to click at the moment; I should be doing what’s actually productive and good for me, yaddah yaddah. I defy that thought out of spite.

Almost forgot I was actually heading off to the seaside again in a few days. A friend graciously offered to take me with them, and I was not gonna say no to that, let me tell you. Time away from my PC is just what I need, and I’ve only been abroad on holiday for more than one day once that I can remember, as part of a school trip.

Gotta get packing for that very soon. But if I know me, I’ll leave it to the last minute.



Where do I begin today? I know, remember how I said my illness was wearing off? Yeah, seems it’s just devolved into stomach cramps instead. Not very fun, especially when I’m trying to focus on other things that need doing, for instance cleaning my room. That didn’t get done, big surprise.

It’s bearable though, with the occasional growl from my stomach even when I’m blatantly not hungry. It’s usually just a load of concentrated pain that subsides after an hour or so.

But enough of that. Today I got an eerie text from a friend who never speaks to me. I won’t go into detail (It’s a text, private business until we both say otherwise,) but I can say I’ll definitely be calling them up later on to check up on them.

In completely unrelated news, I managed to fit more time in for my writing. Not that I’ve actually done any, save for this today. I need to get my mind focused on it again, re-kindle my passion for it. Or rather, lose my passion for video gaming.

It’s such a pointless thing but it consumes so much of my time, because I’m practically infatuated with them. And that’s bad.

No I will not go outside.


The sickness bug is going around once again, and it’s found residence in my pathetic excuse of an immune system. My throat is burning up and my nose is more blocked than the motorway the night before black Friday. At least the weather’s not cold; seems I’ve taken the cold from it.

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Ever considered going into business? You know, planning out a product with big hopes that it’ll change the world someday? Don’t.

Was dragged into a skit kinda thing in which we had to plan out a method of attracting tourists to my local area. Have I ever ben more bored in my life? This is coming from the person who sits around doing nothing all day, so when I’m given something productive to do, it’s usually fun. This wasn’t.

I was assigned to work on the financial planning of our project (Which ended up being a café with references to the place’s history,) and let me tell you that was not appealing. I had to work with two strangers, which sucked so much. Never felt more awkward in my life for such a prolonged period of time.

I actually ended up leaving that post to write the script for the radio advertisement. At least that was something I could do. For 3 minutes, then I was done, got a few commendations and wasted away for the rest of the day, knowing my part was pretty much done.

Coming home was just an absolute miracle. I value my alone time and cannot work with strangers unless it is absolutely necessary. This was not necessary. This was horrific.

But that’s just my pessimistic view. Freelance writing has much less teamwork involved.


Today I went out, met some friends and went to a crime scene.

Yeah, that was fun. Remember that car I told you about that blew up the side of someone’s house? Turns out they found another car that blew up, same model as the last. But I wasn’t convinced about something. Something about the photos looked strange.

The most intriguing thing was that the car was painted the same colour as the last, and burnt in all the same places. And nothing around the car in the picture was destroyed, though upon arrival, you could make out some form of destruction.

Yeah, you tell me I’m crazy when the license plate is exactly the same as the last one too. At least I think it was, as it was charred beyond legibility in some parts. What I could make out looked the same though.

Turns out it was done deliberately. By someone who’s yet to be found, believe it or not. The law always catches up to people slowly though, so I imagine it’ll be a while before they’re unmasked.

Sounds too surreal for you? The rest of my day was spent playing video games in my room. Life’s still normal, even when your neighbourhood is potentially under attack.


Things have been rather lacking in inspirational power as of late, and I’ve been slacking in all areas of my writing. Stories, documentation- heck, even my ability to log into my PC has just gone out the window.

But it’s ok, I’ll never let my own laziness be an acceptable excuse. Sure, honesty is the best policy, but honesty doesn’t make anything any less pejorative.

As of my day, well nothing of interest really happened, so instead I’ll tell you a short story I heard:

Golden, luscious warriors envelop the coastline, armed with nothing but their own determination to put a stop to the cavalry of purity that fast approaches them. The light from above has already been taken hostage by dark grey cotton, and re-inforcements threatens to be air-dropped in. Like kamikaze pilots, they will fall with unrelenting might to impale, crush and obliterate all who stand in their way, but that never stops our soldiers. Our heroes of joy and innocence. Sure, their fortresses architecture may be the result of a child’s imagination combined with a plastic house and gravedigger, but that is exactly why they must defend. No surrender, there will be no defeat. Not this time.

Then without warning, the oracle above takes a firm grip of the very planet. It taps it with it’s wrinkly, war-torn fingers, then-. The tide turns. The horses become violent, moving in waves of unstoppable force, and the might of our army is reduced to nothing. Blanketed in defeat, they know that entropy will always triumph, but the tide will soon tip in their own favour. The horses will retreat, having not made it far enough to destroy the only thing the army has left to protect. Ironically, this is the very life-force that will be the demise of both combatants. But they have no choice but to fight, for if they stopped, Theophrastus himself would have history re-written to ensure this war ravages the lives of horse and soldier alike. 

And tomorrow, there will be no resting, for the see-saw of war oscillates perpetually.