My days begin a new.

Bright blue clear skies, singing birds on the brick walls of my spring gardens.

The faint sound of an old style radio coming from over the countryside, the cheerful sun lightly torching upon my cold face.

I am at peace within and with everything around me, or at least that’s what I thought at first. An echo can be heard from my past, it was trying to pull me back into the shadows of my nightmares.

A faint outline of the monster I once was, in a time when anything was possible. Demons walked the earth, tall and strong and humans all lived in fear and rune.

The year was 2030 and the world seemed at rest, but that was only on the surface. If you looked beyond the graveyards of old hollow buildings and homes, beyond the shells of the dead and free souls that still lingered, you would understand. Humans were nothing but mistreated services and food to creatures higher in power. The screams of those poor people can still be heard throughout the nights.

It was a year when few things were known about the past or about the future. Many humans knew the thousands of prison camps located on earth as home, but to the most dangerous and mentally unstable of sorts were sent to the high level prison located just below the moons surface.

For as long as I can remember I had called this ruined wasteland home. I loved the atmosphere of it all, the smell of rotting flesh and the sounds of torture sent chills down my spine. I could almost lick my lips with delight from it all.

But the soldiers all laughed at me with their ugly faces. What stupid idiots they all were. I would have revenge on them all. A bitter sweet revenge to no real end, but it would be mine soon.

As you can most likely see, I am insane. I write stories usually about my own life and give it a pinch of imagination for favouring. As odd as my stories can sometimes be, they always have a lesson to teach under near the many layers of insanity. I look forward to your review good or bad, as it helps me to improve my writing skills and connect with 'you' the reader.