I Am The Storm

I Am The Storm

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When James Ellington loses his wife and child in a car crash he had no right to survive, he endures months of guilt and regret about all the things he wished he'd said and done. When a chance occurrence at one of his grief therapy sessions leads to a bizarre encounter with a man who claims he can give James one last chance to talk to his wife via a pill which will allow him to visit her in the afterlife, the initially sceptical James accepts and takes the pill. He will soon learn, however, that once is never enough, and the trip can be dangerously addictive. something is coming from the horizon line. A storm the likes of which has never been seen before.
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Imagine a box. Any box you want. It could be a vintage chestnut chest imported from France, or a simple moldy cardboard box. Either way, it serves the same purpose, being shoved away in the corners of your dusty attic, with a variety of miscellaneous forgotten treasures. You never realise it's up there, abandoned in the thick coating of dust and neglect, until one day, it's all gone. It's always gone just when you discover that its contents may have been key to uncovering the troubled past of that box. But how much would it matter? How far would you go to retrieve the lost broken reveries? My name is Sea. It's a strange name, I know, especially since I can't recall ever being near a sea, but my folks have always been rather strange people. At least, from what I can remember. I've never really known them, but my whole life has been formed around their existence. The things I have learned from them could be looked at as troubled lessons of the world I lived in, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. However, accepting that fact could only be the beginning. This is all that I had gained from my life, and everything my parents gave me. This is all that they had left behind.

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