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Darkness had set upon us and the drunks began to swarm about the place bawling loudly wherever they roamed. It was abnormal for me to be in a state of sobriety when so many of my brethren ran amok with overflowing cups of wine, but I had just recently committed myself to refrain from their fermented drinks. Read the rest of this entry »
The Woods
by Braeden Brone
Yes, I decided to live in the woods. I had often dreamed about living a life of freedom. A life without rules, one without suits and ties, a life without compromises. I couldn’t allow myself to get up and go to the same place with the same people to do the same job for the next 40 years, and so I escaped to the woods. You may wonder what I used to do before I moved out to the woods. I never did have a serious job, a career. I had always dreaded the idea of work; instead I’ve made most of my money through a variety of hobbies. Sure, I could be happy with a steady salary, but I knew I could be just as happy without one. It’s the people that slave for money that aren’t happy, and that wasn’t going to be me.
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