HALFWAY POINT


I sit in my (very untidy) room, staring at the empty suitcase in front of me. the world is eerily quite as i reflect over the past couple of months….

THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN… wow

My phone goes off, the ringtone breaking the perfectly still silence that engulfed my thoughts.

# ‘CALLER ID – MAX’

CRAP!

iv’e been avoiding his call all summer. he probably wants to know what room to register us in at school.

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20160627 – RECAP


Jake, once an optimistic, over-imaginative and intelligent young man. Is now faced with the biggest threat to his existence from… Himself?

Midas King, the epitome of physical perfection. He was an imaginary entity from the oldest parts of Jakes mind who used to help jake through life when he was younger. That is until Jake out grew him. Midas did not like this, He thought their bond would never faulter. He wasn’t going to die so easily so he plotted the greatest escape ever concieved. Continue reading

Midas King Arc – Maximum Security (20160621)


Continued from Confrontation

( Music – Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen)

A black void of nothingness.

i felt minor tremors, as if I was in motion, but…

But I couldn’t move, my limbs weren’t responding.

I force my eyes open.

My senses are overwhelmed. Bright lights roll by ahead of me, straight long beams of light. I takes me a while before finally realising that I am strapped down to some sort of stretcher and being pulled across an awkwardly long hallway. Continue reading

Excerpt from “Remember” by me


“I heard a million voices crying in pain, their wails were the sound track to my nightmare, accompanied by the imagery of a clock, a grandfather clock but not so much y’know, like something wasn’t quite right with it, maybe it was the color of the blood red wood, or the petrified faces carved into the frame. It probably was because it sounded an ear splitting RING at twenty five o’clock . Flashes soon followed, of images depicting a little girl, bound and gagged, her body, lifeless spread in a corner of what appeared to be a prison cell and on the wall over her body, painted with blood in big block letters were the words QUASIMODO”

Midas King Arc – Confrontation (20160615)


MIdas King Arc _ CnfrntContinued from Pandoras Box*

“I feel a lot better now”. Yeah I know you all missed my awesome voice/words.

“Well, you should be, you had an entire day of rest, you lucky son…” Dennis smiled. “anyway whats this all about, you said you have an imaginary person after you?” a curious expression occupying his face.

“well, not exactly… how many times do i have to say it”

“Just once more” Dennis replies.

“Hmm. Okay. So this guy…” I start.

“Is he talking about his Imaginary friend again” Michael spins his chair around to join our conversation. Continue reading

Midas King Arc – Pandoras Box (20160613)


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“So, I read your blog” Midas said. “You are one disturbed mutha…”.

I laughed. I like the idea that people get to see inside my head. I would say ‘I’m not crazy’ but anyone could easily reply me with ‘that’s exactly what a crazy person would say’. So i think it would be better if i just admitted…

“I might be crazy”.

Midas’s expression changes, he lifts an eyebrow as if to say, ‘you think?’

He takes a bite out of his burger.

“So, in general, what do you think about it?” I ask Midas, honestly looking for some constructive criticism.

“I think it lacks direction, a bigger picture” he says to my surprise. “I just feel the stories are to disjointed. The events of one don’t really make an impact in the others.” Continue reading

20160609 – One stop


It has been terribly uneventful around the office today. Both Dennis and i had our plates full with work.

I am sooo tired.

At least i can finally go home.

I check my watch, received to see that it reads ‘FiveFourtyTwo’.

I pack up my gear, shoving my laptop into its bag along with my external hard drive and pull out my ear phones to connect to my phone.

with my things packed up, i plug the ear buds into my ear and scroll through my phone for the perfect song to soundtrack my current mood. After a few swipes i find it. Continue reading

20160608 – EBONY & IVORY


CONTINUED from through the window.

…And the smoke from the final lightning bolt clears and i see the two back in their original form, or at least how they first appeared when i awoke.

Ebony and Ivory. They Stood tall with so much sovereignty and authority that it oozed of their body in a golden aura mist.

SO here is where my mind gets blown cuz I’m not a religious guy, i really don’t care either way; christianity, Buddhism, Allah, Krishna e.t.c It all goes over my head, Agnostic and proud. Continue reading

20160607 – Through the Window


“What i saw yesterday, i couldn’t believe”

Michael announces as he arrives for work (late at 8:24)

“And it was right after i finished praying…”

Dennis rolls his eyes, the others give a condescending chuckle and i just ignore him.

“guy, whatever time you leave your house, start leaving thirty minutes earlier.” Dennis says to mike with all seriousness, which make the others lose it.

even i, let out a smile.

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Wknd – Saturday


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i saw this today and decided to take a picture for no reason, looks cool tho…

I don’t have to be in a building to be ‘In the Office’, the world is my office.

20160601 – ‘BANG’ @ One


I step out of the car and check my watch which reads ‘7:35’.

“yesss” i say under my breath, “early”.

I stare up at the tall, sky scraper of the building where i work, the early sun glistens off the polished glass windows. i sigh then take the few steps that lead me into the building.

So, I’m sure u vigilant haters out there are thinking – ‘how are you live typing this? you obviously don’t have your laptop with you’.

Well thats why God made iPhones!. Shit my boss is about to walk into the elevator, i push the button for the seventh floor (click).

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20160531 – Ninjas and Dragons


“Here’s how the world works. I don’t owe you money. I just… currently have your money in my possession.” Dennis said to the other guy on the line.

I chuckled and thought, ‘that would be a really good line for a story’.

Dennis cut the call and resumed to his computer. He was a rather tall man, though, it wasn’t obvious when he sat. He kept a thin moustache, a freshly cut goatee with his hair cropped to a buzz cut and, in his suit, he looked like the man.

Dennis worked in the branding department of a local insurance company and his job was stressful. Having to come up with new ideas to sell the company’s product wasn’t easy trying to overcome the cliché’s while constrained to the rules of what was considered ‘proper‘ business. It was at times tedious.

A few clicks of the keyboard and a swift movement of the mouse and Dennis found himself staring at the inbox of the local e-mail server.

“Shit!” he cursed, “I forgot to create the content calendar for next week”.

He continued as he stared back and forth between me and the mail titled ‘URGENT!!!’ in big block red letters. It was from his Line Manager.

“Boss is going to have my head” he continued.

I gave him a quick shrug with the ‘I don’t know’ expression on my face followed by the ‘you are definitely screwed’ expression. I definitely wasn’t helpful. I continued on my laptop, Dennis oblivious to me chronicling his day.

He opened the top drawer of the stack that resided underneath his desk and picked out a light stack of A4 sheets. Upon inspection, he got up and walked across the room to his Line Manager. Returning with a smaller stack of ID card sized sheets.

“So, apparently, we have to redo these”

Denis spoke, pointing the the stack of paper ID cards made for temporary use by the company drivers momentarily neglecting fact that the card printer was temporarily broken.

“What’s wrong with them?” I asked picking up one of the sheets to study it.

“Boss said the pictures are too small. Gotta resize all 20 of them.”

“Wow! You’ve definitely got your work cut out for you.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m putting you in charge of it.” He slides the stack over to me.

The expression on my face is pure agony. I give a mock shout whisper…

“Noooooookay. Sure!” I finally submit after a second of restraint.

“What, it’s not like you’re busy or anything.” He turns to catch a glimpse of my laptop screen just as I slam the screen SHUT!.

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