Rambling thoughts

I had some stuff wandering around in my mind and just wanted to let it out. This post is the result of a late night writing session on my phone.

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Fictional Short Story ‘Day 244’

It's early, 05:00 AM, birds just started chirping, which is a nice sound to wake up to. It's relaxing and it calms my mind. It's better than a loud alarm clock or something. I remember the time I had to get up at this hour to go to work. Sometimes even earlier, so that I could go for a short run before work. As a personal trainer it was important to me that I looked good, but also to be as fit and healthy as I could. I went to bed early, and therefore woke up early too. My biological clock is still the same, but the world has changed a lot.

Fictional Short Story ‘The Blast’

I open the door and walk in to the house, it's abandoned. Windows have been taken out and are replaced with planks. The lights don't work anymore, but there's candles all over the house. There's blankets, pillows and mattresses on the floor in the living room. It seems people have camped here after the blast, trying to survive in our 'new world'. But the house is empty, 'no one home'. I've walked a great distance today, so I sit down on one of the mattresses to rest my feet. I take a bottle of water from my backpack and take one little sip, I have to save some for later.

/Care

It's Saturday night and that means 'fun time' for a lot of people. People work hard all week long to spend their hard earned money in the pub or club. They post pictures of themselves with their friends on their social media accounts to show the world how amazing their life is. Life in the modern western world is great, right? No one has to worry about their safety and can do/say whatever he or she likes. Every one is used to the comfort our modern western world has to offer. 

Low inspiration, more fictional?

I haven't been doing any writing the last couple of days, one of the reasons is that I don't really know what to write about. I don't do much on a daily basis, so I sometimes kinda run low on inspiration. And besides the lack of inspiration at the moment, the last 9 days, I've been playing this new video game called 'Sea of Thieves'. A Pirate's Life For Me.

Fictional Short Story ‘Pirate Round’

All hands on deck! Raise the anchor and lower the sails, we're headed east! 'I command, my crew executes'. In order to succeed, hierarchy is needed, even for free men like us. As we exit the harbor and head east towards open waters we can see the sun setting itself up for a beautiful sunrise, truly a wonderful sight. Nothing beats a clear blue sky and a rising sun on the horizon, never gets old.

Me against the world

As a kid I was not that good at making new friends and still aren't the best. Never had a lot of friends and still don't have a lot of them either. I can count my friends on one hand. Is this a bad thing? No, I don't think so. It just means that the select group of people who I see as my friends are 'loyal friends'. I don't see them too often, but when we're together it's like we see each other every day. 

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