I’ll try and keep this brief, I first came up with the idea of Ego Censura after listening to The Faint’s “Your Retro Career Melted”. The original storyline was based around a guy following this girl through a hotel. Every time he caught up to her, she walked into a room, and whenever he opened the door, this huge wave hit him. The story ended with him being washed into the “party room” where the band, and the girl are. I kept the story in the back of my head for a while, then one night I was listening to my friends demo. He asked me what was going through my head when I heard it. I told him I saw the same thing as the Faint story, only this was more darker, faster. I saw the main character in just a hall. There were several doors, each one of them lead to a different event that the character hadn’t dealt with in his life. This became the main outline of Ego Censura (which roughly translates to self judgment). I’m going to be posted more chapters as time goes by so check back. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated.

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The hallway is fifty feet long and seven feet wide. There are six doors, three on each side. The walls are painted a dark green, the tiles on the floor are the checkered kind (like the ones in school). The lights are beginning to go out, flickering violently. Soon there will be only darkness. If I can’t find the right door out, I’m dead.

Which door should I choose? There all the same. The same 7x4 foot, lavender painted doors. The only difference is one leads home. Which door is it?

I walk to door number II, turn the knob and walk into the light. I emerge into an open field. There is a nice cooling breeze that relaxes me. The sun warms me, and the vibrant colors of spring overtake me. Is this the right door? It has to be, she’s here…

“Come, sit next to me” she says with her angelic voice. I sat down next to her under the willow tree and put my arm around her, she responds by resting her head on my shoulder. We sat there for what seemed an eternity, in peace. I run my fingers through her hair and over her cheek. She smiles. “I love you” she says. “I love you to” I respond, from the bottom of my heart. “Then why did you kill me?”

The shock was sudden. Dumbfounded, all I could utter was “what?”. “If you loved me, then why did you kill me”? A trickle of blood began to run down her nose, bruises began to form all over her face, bruises that I had inflicted…….