Bucket had to admit that the situation seemed fairly bleak. What hope did they have of overthrowing an all-powerful narrator who could predict their every move? The unfortunate truth was that they had virtually no hope of succeeding. Maybe Bucket would just be better off accepting that it was forever doomed to be a puppet …
There’s something about a hot cup of tea, a blanket and rain that makes me contemplative, nostalgic and think deeply. It just feels cosy to sit here with my thoughts and reflect on my life, including where I once was, where I’m going and where I want to be. Normally I would reflect in this …
“What? Where are we?” asked Harvey, looking around at the startingly normal suburban town they’d suddenly appeared in. He clutched Bucket tightly to his chest, now frighteningly aware of the true power of the narrator. “We’ve been banished to the compile!” shouted Bucket, as had been its plan all along. “Look, Harvey, I can see …
It was, unfortunately, exactly as Iris had expected. The Director was no saint looking to start a utopia free of money. No, he was a demon looking to assert himself as the sole ruler of a new society where everybody obeyed his will without question. It was a lot to take in after everything Iris …
Just continuing on from my last blog post: WOOOO. I’m too excited to just write one post about this. This is such a big deal and my whole world has been improved tenfold. I can’t even begin to convey my excitement in this post. If you could see me in real life, you’d see that …
I perched on the edge of the rooftop, feeling the cold chill as the midnight rain ran down the neck of my jacket. I resisted the urge to shiver. She’ll be here soon. A clap of thunder made me bristle, and I took a cautious step back from the edge. ‘Quite a night to be …
“Harvey, how could you possibly trust the words of this charlatan narrator? Don’t be so blind! She’s selling you on a complete falsehood! Don’t fall for her sweet talking!” Harvey wasn’t sure what to think anymore. This was exactly what he’d feared – that Bucket and the narrator would pull him in two different directions …
Harvey drove toward the hardware store like a madman. Under normal circumstances, Harvey almost certainly would have perished in a horrific accident, far too gruesome to describe. However, Harvey went all in on betting that the narrator would keep him alive by simply writing that he made it to the store safely. It was a …
It wasn’t long before Iris found the glass manufacturing business’s filing room. If only it was as simple as waltzing in and searching through the filing cabinets for proof of the Director hiring this company for money. But no, there were three security cameras in the room, and cabinets magically opening themselves and pulling out …
‘Thank you, sire,’ the filthy man in front of me said with a toothless grin, bowing and scraping his way out of the enormous room, backwards. I smiled thinly at him, wondering how he was going to manage to make it all the way to the oaken doors without his thighs giving out. By some …