It was a dark and stormy night, the lightning sprites flashed in the pitch black sky. Thwomp could barely see through the slits of the window in the Chocolate factory. Thwomp had been at the top of his game for 20 long years, he'd worked hard in school and got straight As in his business qualifications, but now - looking back on his life he knew that though his heart beat, he had never lived a day in his life.
The steady whirs of the chocolate machines gave a fitting background noise to his self reflection, the chocolate factory had it's annual inspection tomorrow, so he had another sip of whiskey while he calculated the quarterly turnover and noted it in the pre-designated box on the sheet. As his sleep starved mind wandered off his train of thought he flashed back to when he was a young boy - his father warned him of wasting his life away in a desk job, but he didn't listen. He never listened.
He awoke with a cold sweat, instantly knowing what he had to do. He shuffled along agonizingly slowly until he was at the window ledge of his office - his entire life flashed before his eyes, it was then that he realized that everything was a choice, and that was all our lives really were - a selection of choices... and he made the wrong ones.
All he knew then was roaring, the roaring of wind flying past his very being lasted for what seemed to be an eternity Thwomp looked onwards with silence until he hit the ground.
And it all went black.
Edited by William777, 25 January 2010 - 05:59 PM.