Stories,Stickers and Stamps

   After the incident with the clock,I did not know what to think.Part of me was thinking it is over and maybe I was just going crazy or something logical, but there was still small part of me which thought,it was not over. With the clock broken now,I was dreading to think how they would contact me again,if they will. Sure as rain they did but oh,this was worse.    So couple of days after I broke the clock,everything was fine,just like the first time. I got on with my life,focused on work and tried to spend more time with friends,not to think about what was happening but sure enough it was back. Here I thought,it was just a messed up dream or something in my mind and even if real,I was hoping it was just the clock.Nope.It followed the same pattern as usual. I wake up,confused and bewildered,what is happening,being woken by noises and voices. Once again the voices are inaudible,high pitch,very low,many,different. I check my clock but it is not there.Oh ye,that´s ri...

   Another day. More procedures. More torture and suffering. That damned chair. All these straps. No more!She had enough. She took this for years but no more. Joy has been undergoing these experiments for a long while. The pain and suffering was getting unbearable and today would be the last day. She made her choice on the way to the chair and it might cost her life,but it was worth the freedom. To remember what it was like to live like a normal human being. Away from cold instruments,heartless tests,pain and torture. They can mask it as a breakthrough and as help but she knows better and it sure as hell does not feel as help to her. She had to take the chance and she would take it today.    Joy sat down. The cold metal chair was as inviting as ever. The straps came on and the machine was on next. The test hast started but this time,Joy was ready to give them all of the power they been testing,wanting and pulling out of her. Sitting in the empty cold white room,sh...

   Bright neon’s shinning on the busy small street. It was late evening but the street was busy and packed with all kinds of people. Laughter coming from all directions,you could hear some drama unfold in the apartments above, as well as occasional love making . That’s what happens when many people,are cramped in the small area but over the years you learn to live with it and of course,deal with it. I brush it off,don’t pay attention anymore. At first yeah,I was like all of the newcomers,shocked,disgusted and very confused but I am not a newcomer, anymore. It is my fourth year now and I should reeaaally , get a medal.The street is bustling with life, and although it might be a bit much sometimes,it has it’s benefits. It helps you forget,keeps you in the moment,keeps you alive and reminds you, what it is to be a human. What life is.It takes you away from what life, is like out there. I won’t complain,I learned to embrace it. The neon on these streets seem to be ...