Literature
Matthew Morph's Journal
September 15th
The first thing I can remember is, that it was dark and I couldn't see a thing, not even my hand in front of my face. Thinking of it afterwards it wasn't bad, I must have looked horrable, and I don't mean the good horrable. It was hard to move, due to the fact that I had no extremities. But that didn't hinder me at all, I wanted out of there as quick as possible. I eventually spoted a feeble light lightening a dusty desk. On its surface there were a bunch of pictures. One of them directly caught my attention. It showed two boys having alot of fun together. While I nearly lost myself in thoughts to that picture, I didn't notice