Current Work.

The two passages below are from some shorter stories I wrote a while ago. Currently I'm working on a Thriller, which I hope will become some form of novel. I'm interested in feedback, so if anyone wishes to read a part of the story, drop me a comment or message.

It is currently titled 'Contract Two', although that is subject to change.

Thanks for dropping by,

Adam

The Story with No Name - Opening Chapter

Chapter One.

Alfred J. Simonsen. Saturday 9^th, 13:21

As Alfred J. Simonsen waited for his friend to pick him up, he stared into the dark rain thrashing onto his conservatory roof. He was pleased with the new side-room to the house he had owned with his wife for 34 years before she passed two months ago. He sat there most of the day, he could watch the sun rise in the morning, and then watch the whole day pass by, then stare at the stars and wonder whether his wife was looking down on him, or whether she simply did not exist in any kind anymore.

Mr. James - Opening Chapter

I’ve always thought that looking out into the ocean is the most realistic alternative to staring out into space. The vast expanses of nothingness that makes space must be incredibly peaceful to observe. Limitless and deathly quiet I would imagine. I’ve often dreamed of what that moment would be like, even though I know I will never experience it. Being in the middle of space and watching the universe unfolding. I know I would feel small, yet also quite comforted, that even in something so big, I have a small part to play in it.