Eight Eyes

I am being verbally abused by a gentleman with 8 eyes. He claims that with his eight eyes my unattractiveness is magnified. I am appalled by his language and make an inappropriate comment about his deformity. He gives me a black eye in the bollocks and says that if I ever comment about it again, it will be a breakage.

Imp

I open the door and find a small imp like being waiting for me. He tells me that I must do as he commands, or he will kill me. However I have studied these beings, and know that they detest the sight of red paint. I cover myself in the liquid and chase the being down the street.

Chess

I am partaking in a life-sized game of chess, and I am the king. I hear the words check mate said. I look around and see figures closing in on me.

Sleep

It feels like I haven’t slept for a long time. The walls look like they’re melting; I try to write but the words just fall off the page. I can’t find anything in the cupboard to help me sleep, I start to worry.

An ill judged decision

I am talking to a man in a café who claims that he can communicate with dead people. I question his ability and start a heated argument. Several personal insults later I stand up in an angry fashion and walk quickly away. I sit now in my house, surrounded by 107 billion people, regretting my ill judged decision.

A man in the street

I am approached by a man in the street. He is well dressed but it looks as if he is in a considerable amount of distress. He tells me that he is weary of this world and that he wants me to kill him. I ponder his proposition for about five minutes, and then agree to it. He says that he will leave me his house and all his wealth. Well I’ve just hit the fucking jackpot! I thought at the time. After I complete the deed I head to the location of his house that he gave me. However upon my arrival it is not the cosy cottage or imposing mansion that I had hoped for. What lies in front of me is; a sleeping bag, a leather sack full of coins and a piece of cardboard with various swear words on it that just about sum up the way I fucking feel. So with a heavy heart I approach the first person I see in the street and…

A remote area of Nepal

I am in a remote area of Nepal. To the left of me a covenant of monks are partaking in a secret act that I am not allowed to see. Nepalese flags hang proudly around me, however I have a sense of unease and all I really want to do is go home.