Post by Undeadlaw on Oct 13, 2008 8:48:18 GMT -5
The mind of the unconditionally sane
A Short story By: Undeadlaw
Chapter One: Decay
A Short story By: Undeadlaw
Chapter One: Decay
As you would normal aspect a name I give you none, for it is not important I am no more than a spec upon this ever growing tormented existence.
As I sit in my unlit room nothing but darkness surrounds me. I think to my self as I always do this just sums up the life of every single miss led mind washed person on this warped existence. Darkness… pain… Suffering… It surrounds us all just like the darkness of this room smothering us all making everything clouded and unclear. The cold chill of the room reminds me of the cold chill of my heart, once filled with warmth and love now consumed and frozen by hatred.
I can feel it every day as sit in the darkness of this room, my mind… MY MIND… it slowly decays until one day it will be gone, then I will truly understand what it means to be sane. They keep me locked inside the iron jaws of my insanity with these bars apparently suffering for a… crime… CRIME?.. What is a crime it is nothing but the majority saying something is wrong. They call me insane what I find insane is what they choose to base laws upon. Just because most of the world sees murder as wrong doesn’t make it wrong, if most of the world said that eat appeals was wrong that wouldn’t make it wrong would it. HAHAHA… I can not help but laugh at there miss guided sheepish way of living.
“You killed 2 wards of people at the hospital in cold blood, and for these crimes you shall serve 48 life sentences, witch will be served in solitary confinement at Bervlen mental institute”… those words of the judge that convicted me will eco round my head till the day I am graced with the sweet kiss of deaths lips.
Rather short but i am no good a writing big chunks so the chapters will be around this size through out the story don't forget it is only a short story.
