Excerpts from the journal made by IceCold; January 1, YR1
The sky lit up in a flash of lightning, followed by the inevitable rumble of violent thunder overhead. As the landscape came to life again, I noticed in the distance, for a fleeting moment, the flashing silhouette of a running person. Then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone. In the midst of the elongated clap of thunder that ensued, I thought I heard something. I dismissed my unnerving thoughts, and told myself off for letting my fear get the most of me. But then I heard it again! It was a gunshot, sure as the wind that blew in my face. I did some calculations, and I deduced that if 2+2=5, and log(5) is the inverse root of infinity, then something was definitely wrong about this scenario. My curiosity tugged at me and demanded that I investigate. However, my common sense got the better of me, and I ran home as fast as my weary feet could take me. These are troubling times indeed..
This is the first paragraph of my novel, diary. Do you like it?