A Better Day
"Stay with me!" a frantic but distorted voice was screaming. "Grab the defib!" another more faint and hollowing voice shouted.
Three screens and some pretty lights
So I finish a long days work, grinding out 10 hours in the heat, cold or wet, the first thing I should do when I finish is sigh and get in the shower, right? Wrong the first thing I do is motor my way into my stream room, my pc boots up rapidly, I choose the perfect playlist for the evening, I set the wall lights to match the atmosphere and mood, knowing in approximately 15 minutes ill be in a whole new world, I'll be a whole new person, and ill be conversing with a whole crazy community of people that wait for a notification saying I have arrived.
The metallic throne
Gold is the colour I achieve when I race, until one day came the biggest challenge I ever did face. A lifetime of competing, causes a body to start depleting.
The grey man
Alone I stand in a society full of life and colour, some people see me as invisible, I like to think I'm undercover. Blue, Gold, Orange and Green. Some of you may ask, what do they mean?
The Year of the Hippie
So, I'm quite an old soul, my mind was born in the late 50's to early 60's but my body was born in the 90's, probably the worst and most cringe year for fashion, and that's where the world decided to go into its downward dark spiral that is the never ending agony that we know today.
The Hero without a cape
Middle of December, in the middle of the City, everybody finished work whizzing around the streets laughing, crying and just doing what people do. I'm one of those people, I don't really think about the world around me, I like to live in a little bubble. I wake up, have breakfast, kiss the wife and head to work, I work in a financial business, behind a desk and taking calls. When that's done I head back home to dinner waiting for m, shower and bed ready for the repeated cycle that is my boring life.
- Second Place in Stray to Stay Challenge
Pawprints in the snow
So here I am, laying down in a travel bed at 0300, still in my uniform, still pondering events that happened the previous days. This is a regular occurrence. It happened last night, it's happened for the last three depressing, grueling months. I start work tomorrow morning at 0630. I'm basically running on fumes. The thoughts in my head? I'm missing home, I miss the little things, being able to walk to the shop, being able to go to the toilet without a rifle strapped around my back weighing me down. I miss not being able to sleep without the sound of gun fire and explosions in the near distance, tearing through the room like an earthquake.