DJ Johnson (zeroheroism) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-12-29 22:36:00 |
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Writing stories was a good way to distract one's mind. This particular story was setting up to be exciting, if the outline he'd written so far could be trusted. A crashed space station, a mutinous crew and a race of bloodthirsty aliens... so far that was all he had. But that was enough to start his mind racing. Family time often left Dillon longing for time alone. Even back when everyone was alive and together, after something like a holiday or a family reunion, he always took the next couple of days to recuperate in his room and clear his head of all the goings on. Maybe it was a crowd thing, or maybe it was being in a room full of people who knew everything about him... whatever it was, it played on his anxieties and made him want to cocoon himself for the next little while. Today, though it was a public place, he'd decided to cocoon himself in the rec room. To be honest, it was a lot quieter than it usually was in here. He figured that people were dealing with the same thing he was; wanting to be alone after spending the holiday surrounded by people. Either that or everyone was preparing for New Year's Eve... up until right then, Dillon forgot that it was even tomorrow. It was almost 2020. He blinked when that thought occurred to him, and tapped his pen on the page in front of him. Back before the world had become this hellish nightmare, he'd promised himself that he'd be published by now. With the way things were now, though? Well... there was dreaming and then there was insanity. Let's worry about getting the world back on track before we start thinking about the impossible, he told himself as he set his open notebook back down and picked up the controller for the rec room's Playstation and turned it on. Time for some good old fashioned escapism. |