He felt around in the darkness for a sign of life. He found his own remains, the blood on the wall where his neighbour had shot him and the hole in his skull where the bullet had entered. The skin surrounding the abyss was singed ( Read more... )

( Journal: Day 2. Clearing on the eastward road from Reathen, almost to the next town. )

( Journal: 9th Feb. Return to Reathen, my home town )

The water lapped at my toes as I looked out to sea for more driftwood. I shivered. The water was cold and it was getting dark, so I gave up and headed back to my makeshift shelter to retire for the night. It had been 3 days since I had arrived on this island, and 2 more since I had left home in search of a place to live ( Read more... )

the only thing the world around, that shines bright enough to provide assistance to a troubled traveler's voyage through the dark, is the star pathway that extends into the breathless glare of space...i was lucky to be alone this night, for the jungle was restless and any extra noise would have landed me in heaven or hell ( Read more... )