I don’t remember why, but I snapped his neck as if it was a pencil. There was a bit of resistance, but nothing that could hold against me. I let go of his body and let him slump to the floor. I turned away from the body and started walking. A man walked passed me and towards the body. I reached a suitable distance and turned to watch him. He scooped down and picked up one of his arms. In a matter of seconds he successfully ripped the body to shreds and threw most of it over the edge of the cliff.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“Got to let my anger out.” He answered as he walked passed me again.
A second later I was sitting up in bed, with sweet dripping all over me. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I could see that I was back in my bedroom.
* * *
It’s been a hectic couple of days. I’ve been writing as report on Virginia Woolf’s essay Modern Fiction. Which isn’t a difficult task, but is very tedious. I’ve also been beating my record of how long I can lay in bed and stay awake. I reached 4 in the morning last night. Woke up at 8 to go to uni and felt really tired. It was a struggle to go in, but I did.
I would really appreciate feedback on the first chapter. Thanks in advance. I’m on target to release the book in June. The cover will be revealed by May, I think. I’ve also got a couple of ideas for short stories related to the novel, which I could upload if people are interested.
I’m also happy to hear that Fall Out Boy have reformed. I really like their new single, and look forward to the album.
Thanks for reading,