Brokenbrain Histoires

Ever since I can remember I have been horrible at expressing my thoughts. I have always held the belief that complaining is for the stupid and crying for the weak. Even though this helped me keep up the strong character that I like to see in other people as well, it took away all my possibility for venting. For about 5 years now I have been trying to let out my stress, fear and weakness through short stories. I kept them in a map so I could read them back and see what my past looked and felt like. Sadly because of circumstances it has become impossible for me to keep my stories in physical form. Out of fear of people finding them and reading them I decided to write them digitally. A few disclaimers if you are interested in reading them: By all means these are the scribbles of a madman. The stories will probably not follow up on each other. Usually I like to write in a way that incorporates a lot of figurative speech and other fancy terms that I don't know the English words for. I harbor no illusions. I am not really a good writer. Because of this I don't expect a lot of readers. Or any for that matter. But if you do happen to read these products of a broken brain please let me know what you thought! Keep in mind that you are probably the only people to ever read these things and it makes me really nervous to make them public. That was about it! Have a nice day.

Ever since I can remember I have been horrible at expressing my thoughts. I have always held the belief that complaining is for the stupid and crying for the weak. Even though this helped me keep up the strong character that I like to see in other people as well, it took away all my possibility for venting. For about 5 years now I have been trying to let out my stress, fear and weakness through short stories. I kept them in a map so I could read them back and see what my past looked and felt like. Sadly because of circumstances it has become impossible for me to keep my stories in physical form. Out of fear of people finding them and reading them I decided to write them digitally. A few disclaimers if you are interested in reading them: By all means these are the scribbles of a madman. The stories will probably not follow up on each other. Usually I like to write in a way that incorporates a lot of figurative speech and other fancy terms that I don't know the English words for. I harbor no illusions. I am not really a good writer. Because of this I don't expect a lot of readers. Or any for that matter. But if you do happen to read these products of a broken brain please let me know what you thought! Keep in mind that you are probably the only people to ever read these things and it makes me really nervous to make them public. That was about it! Have a nice day.

Sam swallowed hard. "Dean, what... what happened to him?" Dean didn't know how to answer that. He hadn't seen Castiel since he was trapped in the fancy prison cell with the cheeseburgers and gold trim. He had called Castiel soulless and spineless, among other things, and then he had cut the angel off. Castiel had vanished after that, and Dean hadn't seen him since. Maybe he still hadn't seen him. Because the broken person cowering in front of him was not Castiel. It couldn't be.