He was just a man
I always wonder what it is that makes me procrastinate when I get into the mood with a project. I always find something new to try to develop and it gets me nowhere. Still, I enjoy the element of writing a new story and then making it all happen. I wrote more for this story, but I don't feel like putting it up just yet.
Essentially this is the continuation of my idea inspired by my music playlist. Alex, the protagonist of the story, is being hunted and hounded for some unknown reason and the story follows him as he attempts to dig himself out of the hole he's in. As I wrote it, I started to get the impression that Alex had a problem with killing. That is to say, that he enjoys it without even knowing it. Perhaps that's the reason he's in the mess in the first place?
Suffice it to say that he doesn't stop killing, and probably never will as long as he's alive.
I'll have to remember that as I continue to revise my playlist. As for right now? I'm too tired.
Essentially this is the continuation of my idea inspired by my music playlist. Alex, the protagonist of the story, is being hunted and hounded for some unknown reason and the story follows him as he attempts to dig himself out of the hole he's in. As I wrote it, I started to get the impression that Alex had a problem with killing. That is to say, that he enjoys it without even knowing it. Perhaps that's the reason he's in the mess in the first place?
Suffice it to say that he doesn't stop killing, and probably never will as long as he's alive.
I'll have to remember that as I continue to revise my playlist. As for right now? I'm too tired.