You pause at the threshold. The draught from the station tunnel is strong—a cold exhalation of open, rotten air: wet leaves, decay, something animal. For the first time, a hollow pang that isn’t hunger. It is dread. The lab’s terrible certainty is behind you. The unknown ahead. The light is different there. The air moves. He saw what was coming. Understood the calculus. A quick, quiet end in a familiar room, versus… this. This walking into the dark with a rotting mind, a screaming gut, and a head full of someone else’s fading photographs. Perhaps it wasn’t cowardice. Perhaps it was clarity. You step into the tunnel. The Victorian brick arches loom. The air smells of wet stone and a green, triumphant decay. Far ahead, a pinprick of grey, diffuse light. Daylight. Filtered through a dense lattice of leaves. The world has been breathing here a long, long time. Please donate to My Tiltify for Become this Jingle Jam. Small donations are wanted. Anything helps but you could also get a shout ...
As a Creative Writing Student, I have an interesting relationship with Microsoft products. Word and I have worked together since the age of Clippy. We work together so regularly that my computer weeps with joy when I open my projects. We spend hours together staring blankly at each other. Our trials and tribulations also extend to the unique differences in software versions. For instance, my computer, laptop, and the university's library all have different versions, which can cause some interesting formatting errors. I use Excel to track word count, story progression, and CYOA paths because English requires a lot of math. I know how to use Outlook even if we aren't on speaking terms, it knows what it did. It's so secure that it bricks your computer if you lose access to the e-mail. I use Publisher often to type-set projects and I get on well enough with PowerPoint to make niche presentations and Pitch Decks. I currently use Edge. OneNote seems interesting, but ...