Melody Hill

The world is indeed, a very strange place, and nobody knows this better than Alex Lynch. By no means, is Alex an extraordinary person. His eyes shine deep with the complexion of mud, and his hair is always unkempt. He has high disregard for others, but doesn't quite see himself at the top of the food chain. Despite his uncaring nature, he is truly soft. He spends most of his time either at the pub, his office, or at home with his french bulldog, Dottie.

Every day began to feel the same to him, nothing new happened, and if it did it was insignificant. Days blurred into weeks, to months, to years, he had forgotten how old he was. Alex would come home every day, feed Dottie, slump on the couch and stare at the tele. He would repeat this cycle every day for a week until realizing he had not payed the power bill.  He stared at a black screen, an empty void that reminded him of himself. He closed his eyes, I have to get out of here. I don't think I can take this anymore. Alex got what little he had and did just that.

Strangely enough, Alex lived in the city but didn't own a car. He had a simple green bicycle. For the first time in what felt like years, Alex smiled. He sat on his bikes seat, did a test run, and took off, Dottie poking her head out of his backpack. It was a bit of a bumpy ride, all of the things that have been thrown onto the sidewalk  and people taking their sweet time walking on the sidewalk. Alex rode faster than he had ever gone, the wind on his face felt incredible, although the smells of the city could have been better, he was just glad to get out of the house for good.

Hello everyone! This is kind of an experimental story, it's a bit on the sad side but I think it's going pretty okay. If thereś any ideas for the next chapter I'd love to hear them. Thanks a million!