The Carpenter sat on the chair he crafted in the cabin he built. The fire in front of him warmed, primitive but effective. It was
The Carpenter had spent years away from society. Not just in the Clearing, a self-imposed seclusion. Even when his existence was geographically around people, he
The Carpenter left the clearing, it wasn’t a common occurrence but was a necessity in this instance. He needed to eat and there were some
A women is murdered and he watches without action. They know he saw it and now they are coming for him. Sometimes even if you refuse to see them they can see you.
The Carpenter rested after the roof was completed. The shelter not enclosed but protecting him from the sun and rain. They attempted to visit him
To belong is a human right, what if you that was taken from you. For the totality of your life for no reason you didn’t belong. Then that feeling started to haunt you and dragging you into a delirium you may never recover from. That is Sebastian’s Story.
The door unlocked and I walked into a world I had almost forgotten. Dust covered furniture standing still, childhood memories running around them. The realisation of coming back a failure making those memories all the more bitter, the dreams of childhood crushed by the realities of adulthood.