An Orange Cloud

 On the Livingstone estate, flies were sometimes the first indication that someone had d1ed. “ It was a beautiful morning today. Well not the most beautiful but, it was the gothic type beautiful. Something straight out of a horror movie. I watch a lot of horror movies and every day I wake up and look out the window to see if the day was like today. It was cloudy, misty. I heard the rain the whole night. It was cats and gods one minute and would go complete lofi the next second. The frequency and the time interval were unpredictable. There was also a phase where the rain was close to what I like it as: thunders and lightning. Those really add to the effect of what I’m doing. Remember when I told you I love horror movies? Well, guess what, I’m also a m-rderer. People who k1ll people don’t do journals for a reason. Hmm you know why right? But today I started this journal because I have no fear of getting caught. That is because it’s my last murder and the victim IS the murder. If you ...

Did you ever get the feeling when you’ve been working towards something for a few years and when you finally get to do it first-hand, you hate it?   That was me when I did my first practical training.     Sto-rini- 26     Hey everyone, I’m Rini. If you are someone from my real/internet life, you’ll know what course I’m studying as my career right now. You will know if you’re reading my blog and paying a little attention towards the about section of the blog.   If I may answer the question from above: yes, I got that feeling. Literally my first day of training. I hated it. I regretted my life’s decision, I regretted not following what I’m actually passionate about, literature. Instead, I took this safe option, which doesn’t seem so safe anymore.   It was 5 days ago; I took my seat before the computer with my senior explaining what is to be done and my fellow-student jotting it down on his new notepad, while I was nodding to her i...