Thursday 15 December 2011
Chapter 1 - The Story
It was 11th May 2012. Justin had just completed his second novel within two years. After all the mental stress, it had finally been published. But despite this achievement, Justin still had nightmares about the evil demons that were within the story, which still lived within the dark shadows of his mind...
And everyone knew that you can never excape from what is within you own mind, something that does not want to escape the mind, that is. As the days went on throughout Justin's life, the nightmares involved into hallucinations of his mind, but he did not seek medical help as he knew that he would be branded with the label "insane" for the rest of his life. He was under the impression that running away from something that was generated by the unconscious part of the mind would be impossible...
He could not run and he could not hide from his out-of-control imagination. One day Justin was walking down the street when out of nowhere he experienced a blinding pain from his appendix. It was happening again. He lost consciousness as he had a vision. There was a misty floor, he was lying on the floor surrounded by hooded figures...
To be continued.
By L. D. S. B. Fulham
It was 11th May 2012. Justin had just completed his second novel within two years. After all the mental stress, it had finally been published. But despite this achievement, Justin still had nightmares about the evil demons that were within the story, which still lived within the dark shadows of his mind...
And everyone knew that you can never excape from what is within you own mind, something that does not want to escape the mind, that is. As the days went on throughout Justin's life, the nightmares involved into hallucinations of his mind, but he did not seek medical help as he knew that he would be branded with the label "insane" for the rest of his life. He was under the impression that running away from something that was generated by the unconscious part of the mind would be impossible...
He could not run and he could not hide from his out-of-control imagination. One day Justin was walking down the street when out of nowhere he experienced a blinding pain from his appendix. It was happening again. He lost consciousness as he had a vision. There was a misty floor, he was lying on the floor surrounded by hooded figures...
To be continued.
By L. D. S. B. Fulham
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