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Trapped: Seasons

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Entity John: Why am I awake? I was supposed to wake up at 10 AM, there’s no sun and no light. Why can’t I move? Why the fuck am I so heavy? I know that I’m in my room, but I don’t know why I am awake at this hour. Actually am I even in my room? Since it’s so dark I can’t see anything. This pain I feel in my chest, this ache in my brain, this darkness that penetrates the soul, feels like I’m about to be taken away by nothingness. Maybe this is just another nightmare, maybe it’s just me imaging everything again. There’s a white noise in the background and all I can see is a bright light shining, thinking this might be the end of whatever this might be. As I approach the light a scream jolts me back to reality, still unable to move, my body seems to be moving all on its own. As my hands cover my eyes I can hear my own voice speak.
John: What the fuck was that? Why this nightmare? Why am I shaking to the bone? I’m afraid of the dream I just had. It felt real, too real. E. John: I can hea…

Last 9 months.

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So it began, so it follows...

This past 9 months I learned a lot, I wrote a lot, I thought a lot, I tried many things, I worked a lot. And to what purpose? I started writing Trapped: Autumn and doing something else, something in my style.
I started learning how to use Photoshop again, doing all sorts of stuff in order to promote Trapped: Autumn. From character posters to all sorts of nonsense. And as I wrote Trapped: Autumn the story unfolded and grew, becoming a story I couldn't stop thinking about. When I finished writing it, the anxiousness started to build up, as the cover was nearly done and I was about to self-publish the first book, my debut in this world with more writers than readers. Then the cover was done, then I published my debut, the first thing I published for anyone and everyone to read and buy. Since this blog was always free for anyone and everyone to read world-wide, the book seemed like a natural next step. So day pass, I start thinking about the next chapter …

Trapped

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I’m a modern man, A man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstructionist Politically, anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life.
A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker,
And I can give you a terabyte in a nanosecond!
I’m new wave, But I’m old school, And my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, Voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace,
So I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive.
Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, Ridin’ the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs.