I don't know how long I was asleep. It must have been more than twelve hours, because it's late night now, and I clearly remember it being day last time I checked.

I had a dream. Something painful. Dreams aren't supposed to be painful.

It was absurd, possibly Freudian. I don't know what kind of stress I'm under to dream it.

My heart was being ( Read more... )

I probably should have expected something like this from the beginning, really. It seemed several groups of people were being taken here from similar places, with connections to one another. The alchemists, the silver-haired ones, and so on. So I really should have anticipated that more people were going to come from our world, but for whatever ( Read more... )

I woke up hugg embracing something I shouldn't have been embracing.

I hate this place.

I'm trying to remember the life I want to get back to, and there isn't anything particularly important waiting for me there.

I guess it's always been that way.

The bastard and I fought again, and that blasted girl electrocuted us. I think, if I had a bible, or something... I might be able to call on my own magic. It can't all be gone, now can it? ( Read more... )

The night was long. I could write an obscene amount of information recounting the experience, but I'd just rather not relive the damn thing.

So here's a list of things I did last night, that I've never done before.

1. Chased a rat.
   
2. Been bitten by a vampire.
3. Killed disgusting, vile crea Nevermind.
   
4. Fought a giant mutant squirrel from hell ( Read more... )

I don't put it below doctors to read personal journals, so I'm going to do myself a favor and keep this brief. I don't want to refer to myself as Michael Aiken, and I'm not going to. Not genuinely. My name has been and always will be Alexander Anderson. I know that the life I had wasn't just some elaborate dream I conjured up. I know that I fought ( Read more... )