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Sitting on the beach, he stares out at the ocean. It's noon, or thereabouts. He observes the waves as the ocean rolls in and draws out again like the deep, gentle breathing of a giant. The rhythm lulls him in the heat of the day, as his mind starts to wander. How long has he been here now? He's completely lost track of time, he's not even sure he can remember his own name. What was it again? Didn't it start with a J? Joe,...

Chapter Two: Settling In (Well, Sort Of)

The second chapter to an untitled story based off my dream... (or... nightmare)

When we landed it was about noon- though we didn't care much about time, we cared about the light in the sky- and at the point that I started realizing what was happening (the moment when I start remembering), I'd say it was about two o'clock. Some guys (of about eighteen to twenty-one in age) start shouting about swimming out. I think it's a good idea- what's the worst that could happen?Nobody stops the guys- nobody real...

Chapter One: Arrival

The first chapter to an untitled story based off my dream... (or... nightmare)

Before you get all excited like I'm going to tell you juicy details of a cruise gone wrong — chill. It was not a cruise ship, it was a ferry. We were actually heading to an island a few miles out from that one — a normal island. The ferry driver decided to check out what was in the mist, so instead of continuing straight forward he shifted left a touch. (I suspect he was new and naive and had never heard about the suspici...

Prologue: A Warning

The prologue to an untitled story based off my dream... (or... nightmare)

An island, small enough to travel by foot at day, and dangerous enough that if you are on the ground after the sun starts setting, you will be killed. An island of nocturnal creatures specifically created to kill humans... acidic water for fifteen feet out on all sides... then mist that gives away nothing and stops everything within from escaping. This is the story of how I survived all of this and got away alive, but thi...

The Conclusion of Quirks

How the story ended

Well here I am reporting for work on the haunted house project, it’s the day after my birthday and I am not in the best frames of mind. If you read the first installment you will remember that none of my so-called friends would honour any of my requests for a ride home. This despite the fact that anytime anyone of them needed a ride I responded without hesitation. I was so angry that I left the house and I walked. I got c...

Quirks

My worst quirk

Idiosyncrasies or quirks, we all have them and some are more annoying than others. Mine is my car. Example; I am out with a group of friends and we decide to move to a more lively venue, I will not ride with anyone nor allow anyone to ride with me. Many believe I am a selfish person, but nothing could be further from the truth. During the glory days of my time co-chairing the haunted house project, I was the one to ensure...