Six sentence Story, rules and info here,
The voices don’t agree today, it seems that past practice is no longer acceptable. I look down upon a bound figure whose name got lost in time. In the prefect world in which I dwell, reality visits like a social worker marking up a checklist.
It is said that a crazy person will never understand how crazy they really are.
My matches keep my can of gasoline nervous.
I start to believe that control has left me a widower.