Waking up, as he has done for the last 30 years, to a alarm clock a phone alarm and his theme song "dont worry be happy." He begrudgingly snoozes the first alarm and disables the second but let's the song play as he finds his way around the bedroom looking for clothes and shoes and his every day carry items. His alarm blazes again just as he unzips for the great morning empty, and he curses himself for not just shutting it off. The morning continues to pound in his head as his eyes start to moisten and his vision slowly clears and he starts to hear the birds and cars and other noises out side. When he looks to the curtain covered window he could sware that there was a human shape outside. He blinked and it disappeared. He thinks slowly first thing and he shook it off. He makes his way to work listening to some heavy metal, you know to get the day started off right. Opening the door to his office and seeing his colleagues diligently reading email, making coffee and readi...
In the past I was a little bored and decided to write a book. A couple different books actually. I ended up with some short, very short stories. A bit of a discombobulated mix of characters and scenes. Nothing more, not even close to a book. These posts are the original thoughts that were put to paper back then. I may make some adjustments over time. I may add some more content over time.