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Over the next few weeks I thought it might be an interesting experiment to write a series of short posts that would eventually become a short story. This post merely dictates that the title of the storey will be ‘Where the Sun does not Set’. As for the content…watch this space.

It begins however, much like any story and that is… at the strike of 6am the alarm clock clashes through the serene dawning of another new Sun. Day broke much like it did any other day; the spinning earth revealing its buzz, zest for life and fragility in equal measures. Those lucky enough to awake that morning were greeted with endless possibilities, few of course realised this, most were happily ambling on in their endeavours to forget that time, whatever time, is precious.

Our hero in this story rises firmly to the breaking day albeit with sorrow in his heart and affirmation that life can and will be a real bitch sometimes. Knowing that hours earlier it all seemed different, ever so slightly different. An irrepressible beings he vowed to shift the shadow from his mind, the feeling of sucking on a revolver that is an empty threat on your own life.