Carina

Meanwhile, in a different section of the maze with more cats... The camera cuts to a chamber that appears to be underground, from its lack of windows, and the tunnel ...

Meanwhile, in a different section of the maze... The camera cuts to a hoard of pumpkins blocking the path. The giant wall of pumpkins stretched up to the sky, but ...

Admittedly, Alan didn't eat a lot of curry and noodle dishes. Shane seemed to sense this somehow and narrowed down options for dishes he'd like based on his preferences, which ...

The maze was a bit eerie. The dark hedge walls were thick and tall to the point that Alan wondered if it stretched on forever. It was hard to tell ...

Alan was glad to return to the cabin after breakfast. He wasn't particularly tired, but he figured a long shower could make him sleepy. Had he ever had a lazy ...

Was it the weekend already? Alan was losing track of time. Time. A human construct, a unit of measurement to quantify the day and nights. If Alan were more disiplined, ...

Never had a simple C major chord sounded so heavenly. Alan let the chord ring, glancing at Lyall by his side on the bench. "Are you sure you want to ...

Alan couldn't say no to a challenge, especially if it came from certain people. Hild was one of them. So was Shay. Something about the two of them made him ...

A hand warmly brushed across Alan's shoulders then, which startled Alan a bit, but then he saw that it was just Lyall. He rounded the back of his chair to ...

Did Alan have a plan? Not really, but he found that the best of nights often weren't planned. They were completely spur-of-the-moment, strung together by being at the right place, ...

Admittedly, today was kind of strange. The day started with Alan waking up from a horrific nightmare. Then it proceeded with him barging into Lyall's room at 4am to use ...

Garbage. Garbage, garbage, garbage. Why couldn't Alan make music? With an exasperated sigh, Alan balled the fifth paper, tossing it in the trash can and missing. Again. He slumped forward, ...

"Seriously, bro?" Alistair said through a scoff, face palming with a big smile. He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, the gray smoke puffing up in the sky. "You're ...

It really only felt like Alan closed his eyes for half a minute. A louder noise woke him up, and for a second there, he was mildly disoriented, feeling like ...

What did Alan want? What did he truly want? And more importantly, what was achievable? What was doable? What was attainable? Alan woke up feeling disoriented, once again asking himself ...