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A day just like the last, the shrill beeping of the alarm rouses me from a deep and restful sleep, diving out of bed and into the shower. Dressing for work and grabbing my car keys, as I grab the door handle to leave. Realization hits me like a lovers slap to the face. I have no job to go to, made redundant yesterday labor cutbacks they said. Sighing I take off my coat and boot up the PC, padding back up the stairs I change into trackies and a shit happens t-shirt, No one on MSN, all at work or out living life. 1 new emails flashes onscreen a small window begging for my attention. Sighing deeply praying it’s not my first rejection email. Laughing I read the text



“The first day of the rest of your life X…” Bloody anonymous spam.



I open word waiting patiently for my aging PC to open the story I have been working on; cracking my knuckles I smile “Now where were we” Scanning the words I have already typed “Ah yes” and it begins. The music pulses through the background floating around my house and my mind, collection on Randomize play list 3 days 12 hours and 7 minutes of music. Cycling from Rammestien to Pavarotti to Dave Peirce I don’t notice I’m lost in a word of my own creation, elaborating and spinning my life, my dreams and my nightmares here I am god.



The first chords of her song begin in the background and in unison the voices scream as one, knocking me out of my bubble and back to the world I was escaping, “How could you forget to delete this one that song turn it off TURN IT OFF” they scream in my mind but I don’t hear them, I sit paralyzed at the music drifts through me hypnotically teasing me with sweet memories it brought a sad smile to my face and a tear rolled warmly down my cheek. They seized control quickly and the age old argument blew up in my head. “How can you bear to think of her?” they taunt “There were good times, the passionate nights, the warmth cuddling as we watched dawn break” I respond aloud

“Don’t you remember what she did?”

“It’s a little hard to forget, she invaded my heart and soul like some conquering army, and tore both from me plucking my heart from my chest and with a perfectly styled Stiletto stomped it into the pavement”



The music stopped, the track changed Sinatra pulsing through the house, smiling I realized they had left with the last of the music. Cursing them I looked back to the words I had written last, trying in vain to pick up the flow. “Damn You” I whispered, I had lost the flow and it infuriated me, pushing my chair away from the PC I padded to the kitchen, rummaging the cupboards I groaned no food, and running low on coffee and milk. Dammit



I made coffee, sipping from the mug I walked back to my PC, that you have 1 new emails box back and flashing away.



“The end is near X” Spam the worst thing about global communication, “The end is always near” I chuckled “Always something to snatch my soul into the night”



I looked at my writing again, still no idea of where to go next, I chuckled and headed for the TV flicking through the channels “Daytime telly really does suck” I rummaged for the DVD remote and hit play, clearing my mind I let someone else’s vision take me away from the world.



The persistent knocking at the front door roused me, the movie had finished and the TV tiredly displayed the bouncing DVD icon, putting it out of its misery I yelled “Just a minute” at the door hoping the person on the other side would wait. Stumbling to the door I found my keys and unlocked it “Stephen Anderson?” he asked politely “Yeah that’s me” I replied, he handed me the envelope and turned to leave “Hey wait what’s this?” no response, I turned closing the door with my foot, ripping open the envelope I skimmed over the card inside.



“Stephen Anderson is invited to the annual blah blah Corinthians Glasgow tonight 10pm” turning it over “Wear your kilt, you know I like it. X” chuckling away to myself I sighed Steph had invited me to a party tonight, quite a posh do by the look of the card.

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The knife is cool against my skin in comparison to the warmth of the water its kind of pleasant, the water laps around me hmmm the bath is warm and i love it am so glad i chose this way, pills didnt work last time.



drawing it vertically along my wrists i start going deeper the blood is slow to appear, and when it does the pain i have bottled up inside begins to flow, mingling with the water of the bath the feeling is estatic, and i never want it to stop



Blood and water fascinates me, the way it constantly changes shape its like snowflakes two drops of blood in water and no two will ever be the same, the knife slips from my hand, too wet with water and blood so i pick it up and do my other wrist *sighs* the pain of release is estatic...



Lying back letting the water lap around me i open my eyes, smiling a sad smile i drift into a restfull sleep, yes indeed the release is estatic let it never end.

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Kinda liked this so am gonna go on with it for the moment, chances are will get bored soon tho

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The exchange ahd left me a bit shaken and after the warnings i had recived froma friend it made me weary for the rest of my journey.



When i finally arrivedmy heart was pounding hard and i was slightly breathless the feeling of energy running around my core was ticklish and powerfull, dumping my wet jacket in a corner of the room, i went and stripepd the rest of my dripping clothes off piling them in a squelch infornt of the washer, grabbing a towel i began to dry off, and padding around the house in pair of trackies i grabbed the small parcel.



"My Future eh, dont see how a book can hold that info but hmmm lets have a look and see"

Thunder menacingly rumbled overhead, the clouds turning an almost impossible shade of black. It cam eout of no where and it lashed down the rain bounced off every surface it could find even me. Hudling deeper into my coat i sighed, the road had been a long one and this was all i needed. I felt the person behind me before i knew they were there, "Can i help you" i asked without turning

"Yes you can Stephen" this time i turned very few people know my name i'm no celeb so when someone addresses me by it they have my attention. "Your bible" she handed me a small leatehr bound book and turned to walk away.



"Wait what is this?" i asked tucking it into the inside pocket of my jacket for the little protection it would give

"It has the possibility of your future, read it and see" with that she was gone.



The rain continued to bounce from every surface i took a few moments to feed from its energy feeling every part of me regenerated and warmed, a slight smile played across my lips finnaly i am getting the hang of this psy business.



Heim

This is an elaboration of a dream i keep having, know the images well enough but my imagination runs away at times:



The forest path disappers under my feet they are closing i can feel it, the blood flows down my side mingling with the rain. God i love the smell of rain even now running for my life i love the smell of fresh rain. looking back for an instant they are soo close the trail of scarlet on the wet path is unmissible, as though i am leaving some neon sign saying "hes here cant miss em boys"



suddenly the path changes no longer in the forest i am running through a desert, suddenly the ground opens and i am being sucked under... falling for ages i land in a room, with a cloaked figure at the end... when i go to speak to her i wake up.