Current Residence: In front of the air-conditioner
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen
Favourite cartoon character: Taz
Personal Quote: "There is nothing more pure and cruel than children"
Chapter 1Chapter 1.1: Dark RainfallChapter 1 by TazValentine
It's been a while since I've been to a funeral. The last time was when my parents died. Back then I was merely a small child, barely able to comprehend anything really. Certainly nothing as trivial as the death of loved ones. I never really made any close friends, and I have no idea if I have any family out there, but I guess in this day and age people like me are quite common.
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I drive my car slowly through the trail of wet dirt, checking around through all the sides of the car and checking my directions to make sure that I did not go the wrong way. Pellets of dark rainfall patter against my car as my windshield wipers squeak back and forth. I spot a huge mass of black umbrellas and begin driving in its direction. People dressed in black as far as the eye could see. Even in this day and age, the sight of a funera
ProloguePrologue: Another morning...Prologue by TazValentine
The buzz of the alarm clock shatters me into reality. Another morning I thought. I hadn't quite realized just how many times I had hit the snooze button that morning, not until I saw the time anyways. A jolt of panic tore through my spine as I realized that I had overslept for about an hour. The thought of my boss's face turning tomato red sends my body flying out of bed like I was dodging a lightning bolt. I rip open the closet door and grab a suit from a row of carbon copied suits, then carry it into the bathroom.
I emerged 15 minutes later in my daily uniform, a navy blue suit with a white shirt and a black tie. My hair is short and messy in a way that fortunately affords me the luxury of not having to style it. I dash for the door of my apartment, grabbing my suede coat and keys along the way.
My driving skills were never something that I could brag about. However while on the verge of ruining my perfect punctuality streak, I could have easily