Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   Night time. They say, that’s when all the monsters come out. That’s the tale we been told to as a kids and still it carries through into the adulthood with the grotesque stories of what people are capable of. This night was not particularly special but nevertheless, it was not quite the usual one either. The fog slowly descended on the sleepy small town. Embracing the houses in it’s hollow embrace and filling up the streets with its mundane disorienting greyness. Echoes of the summer’s day past resonated in the quiet.The streets were empty,silence. The people of the town were reliving their day through the magic and horror of dreams and nightmares. Light from the lampposts was bouncing from puddle to puddle and enjoying the freedom of the night,stillness of the streets, with no wandering feet to disturb the game it was playing. Peace. Seems like that was the mood of the street that night but not for long.    Solitary,shadowy figure emerged from the...

   Smoke,mist. Grey nothingness going on for eternity. Clouding the vision.Clouding the mind. No sign of clearing up,not knowing when will the way appear. Going nowhere,leading to nothing. Never ending,eternal. It is not but that is what it seems like. Seems like to him.    Chained up.Struggling,on and on. Pulling,pushing, but alas it leads to nothing but suffering,confusion.Nothing useful,no answer but greater chains. Pulling him back,keeping him grounded.He pulls and fights and struggles yet he is bound until the revelation comes onto him. He is lost and confused,needs the way,the answer,but none has come. He is desperate,searching through fog,lost in the mist.It keeps changing shape,keeps changing direction. It is visible,noticeable, he recognises the fact but cannot read the signs. He needs time,a moment. A moment to put it all together and see how to leave the chains behind,how to find the way out and see the light of day,see the fog lift and what is the ...