Two Bells

Introduction

Stories. We use these as a means of escape from our world. A moment of adventure, love, excitement…. the things we don't normally get to see. They may seem boring to some people, but it's the thought that counts; because, that person is already in the middle of their own story, and it's not on paper. You can't read those stories. It's almost impossible to understand that each being is living its own personal story. But is that what this is? A story? I'm not sure, it doesn't have a happy ending… It doesn't have a hero… It has…. me… and, well… I'm no hero, I'm hardly qualified to even be a main character. Nobody in this “story” is good. I wouldn't expect them to be either. Sure, a few of them tried, but that's another weird thing about people, we all do bad things. Even if we don't notice what they are, or when they happen. I'm not going to dim this “story” down, it's dark, sad, and has some profanity. Tragedy and despair aren't things you can gloss over either. So, calling whatever this is a “story” I'd assume it's about time we get into it…. and, you have been warned.