Description
How difficult it is to actually know who you are? To tell the difference between the real you and the way the world gradually shaped a shell around you that all the people see? And what if the shell suddenly disappeared and you were left with only the raw core of your being, no memories, no messed up beliefs, no sense of your past hunting your every action? ... And what if your past starts catching up to you, revealing all the filth your mind used to bathe in - what then? This story centres around a post-head injury Jim navigating his way through dangerous friendships, unexpected explosions and the mess that is his mind. (And hatred for yellow, can't forget Jim's hatred for yellow.) _____________ • Work in progress - yes, I really AM working on it, even though at snail's pace xD. Currently looking for an easygoing beta with an eye for linguistic details :') • I claim no ownership over Sherlock characters or over the photo I used for the cover. • Here you can check out a playlist connected to this experiment - I couldn't help myself :'3 https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmoHZ2pkLD3KNyzI_u4glXt0I5isXRAGF
One Bruised Magpie
