First Day of Spring - Anna

Today is the first day of Spring. I have ventured outside for the first time in a long time, in three months.

The sky is blue for the first time. The grass is green. There is a hint of warmth in the air.

I can see! I can smell! I had forgotten how nice it was to be outside!

I should do this more often, go outside. Relax, breathe, live.

HARD COPY OF ASPHYXIA LOOKING MORE LIKELY

Well it seems I am still able to scab some free copying, most likely towards the end of the year. This means that there could possibly be a hard copy of Asphyxia around December 2008, which will include my favourite bits of this online version.

I am always open to submissions. If you like what you see and have something you think you can add, shoot me a message!

Melty - Anna

Last night I saw a freak
who's car had
broken down.

His face had melted.

5:57am - Anna

Every morning at 5:57am I see the same lady on the same stretch of road at the same time every day.

She is always talking to herself. I don't know what she says because I am usually on the other side of the road. She is quite large and perhaps in her seventies.

I don't know where she is going at 5:57am. It's still dark then. The stars and moon are out. Sometimes it's frosty.

Where does this woman go at 5:57am?

(The Day) The Mist (Sucked Me In) - Anna

I woke up early and looked out the window. It was a little misty outside. I thought it would be a good start to the day to go for a walk.

I headed up the hill along the road. The road reached the forest and I turned to walk along the trail. The mist seemed a little thicker in the forest. It was enchanting. Further along the trail the mist became much thicker and I could not see more than 20 metres in front of me.

As I walked further, the mist became more intense. I noticed the birds had stopped chirping. Were they too cold to chirp in this weather or did they choose to not come here?

It was cold. The air was thick. All I could hear were my footsteps and my heartbeat. I wondered what it would be like to be enclosed in the whiteness. The mist was drawing me in. I continued forward to where the trees seemed to disappear into nothing.

Soon there was silence. I was in enveloped in the mist. I could not see anything but whiteness. I could not hear my heartbeat. I could not tell if I was moving because I could not see my feet and there was no noise. Silence. Nothing. The mist had sucked me in.