Entry One:

I couldn't remember much; all I know is that I'm trapped inside of this body that is somehow holding on. I was mugged of a life at gun point, I hadn't much a choice— either they were going to proceed with lynching me for speaking a syllable of truth, or enrol me into a war. Either way, I didn't ask for a life like this. Blindness, deafness, amputation of all limbs, nowhere to be salvaged just blown to bloody chunks. Yet, I'm alive...

This cannot be right, this had to have been some kind of mirage. I was running from enemies, shooting from all angles just to return to a damned trench. Not a split second long after, I heard an explosion; now I cannot seem to remember if I'm still existing or finally resting in peace.


Entry Two:

Ah, the future... where technological advancements are progressing by the second, but yet here we are... empty and dense. Are we truly content with how we're coexisting with the once inconceivable or could it be we're redundant without us realising?


© William Robert Death
(aka Shin Shady)

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