They stand on the edge of a cliff, unsure about who they really are and who they want to be. A few hours ago there was certainty and possibilities, but now all they see is land that just ends. Is today tomorrow? Or is tomorrow yesterday? The only way to find out is to leap into the future.

They fall through the days, like falling off a cliff. Wind and days pass without impact. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need your help. My name is Klaine, and I’m being held in a basement/dungeon somewhere. Help me, I can’t live like this!

Every single day I’m tortured for ideas for this blog thing. They squeeze my brain until a good idea comes out. The pain is unbearable. I just want to go home, but it’s been so long I don’t know where home is.

I’m taking a risk telling you this, but generally my evil overlord only reads the first paragraph. I’m sorry for interrupting the story, the evil overlord never lets me type so I had to take the opportunity. Anyway, the story ends with a big thud, some call it the ground, others call it Monday.

I’m really sick. I can’t sit up straight. My head feels like it’s caving in. My body only wants to go back to bed. But I had this amazing idea!

I’d like to at least write a draft. But I’m so lethargic that it hurts to type on the keyboard. My brain is almost numb, I can’t even remember my great idea from five minutes ago.

My throat is too sore to speak. The idea of recording my brilliant idea that way occurred to me… well it probably did. Or maybe this is the first time I thought of it.

Someone should invent something. A thing to record my good idea. Then I can go back to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

When I walked into Lucy’s Bed and Breakfast I was struck by the colour scheme, black and red, it was dark, but stylish. The splashes of red gave it a mischievous and fiery aroma.

At check-in I was amazed at the speed and hospitality. I said my name and a lovely receptionist showed me straight to a room. The room was dark and hot, too hot. Actually the whole place is too hot, and I couldn’t find the air-con remote anywhere.

I hadn’t eaten, so I went to the outdoor restaurant. It was an open fire pit that we sat around and watched as they cooked my meal. Unfortunately they burnt my roast, I literally ate charcoal.

And after all those issues the price was not what they said originally. It was way too high.

It wasn’t a hotel, it was a hot hell.

I open the fridge. There are five apples, four carrots, three eggs, two chocolate bars and one man eating bear. I close the fridge. There is nothing to eat.

I open the fridge. There are four apples, three carrots, two eggs and one man eating bear. I close the fridge. There is nothing to eat.

I open the fridge. There are three apples, two carrots and one man eating bear. I close the fridge. There is nothing to eat.

I open the fridge. There are two apples and one man eating bear. I close the fridge. There is nothing to eat.

I open the fridge. It is empty. I close the fridge. Then a bear eats me.