What happens when one day a year you can go out and kill anyone you please -- with no consequences? It's up to you, stay inside and wait it out, or go out and join the celebration. Murder Day was my first dream turned short story, it inspired me to transcribe more of my subconscious wonderings and share them with you all. Some are frightening, some are sad, and maybe some day there might even be a happy one or two?

"Can I touch you?" I asked him as we were now standing inches away. He nodded and I reached my hand up to him. I expected to feel nothing, just air, but instead, I felt him. His flesh, his bone and even blood running through his now tight jaw under my fingers. Thats when i felt life. Life wasnt about being alive and breathing. Life was about someone being able to connect with you in some what of a way. A small "hello" from a stranger is life. Anything that you believe is real can be given life. Life is in a mind and soul. Not flesh and bones. I felt his soul. I felt his mind. To me, he was alive and here. With me.