My Day: A short account of events.

I went swimming at dawn at a nearby beach. I walked across the sand and descended into the water.  I splashed around for awhile and dove, while rising from the water a sharp pain coursed through me. I walked to the shore and lifted my leg and simply noticed a sharp nail jotting from the top of my foot.

I looked below my foot and was simply faced with a wood block with a nail hammered through it. This homemade contraption was hanging from my foot with the nail fully pierced through my foot much to the satisfaction of the creator.

Wooden cube and nail.

After this incident I went to the grocery store. I bought some bread and instant coffee.

I entered my house and walked to the kitchen to prepare myself a sandwich and some coffee.

As I opened the bread bag, I used my thumb to open the bread bag tie and felt my thumb getting pricked by the bread bag tie. I dropped it on the counter and looked at my thumb which now had a red prick mark on it. I was looking at my thumb I felt woozy and fainted.

Bread bag tie.

I regained consciousness a few hours later and decided to finish my coffee. I drank the coffee down quickly to wake me up and after finishing it I felt my teeth crunching down on something. I let some coffee fall from my mouth onto the palm of my hand and looked at it. What I saw was little pieces of rust.

I felt kidney pain from ingesting the rust coffee and collapsed on the floor.

Instant coffee with rust scrapings.

The Hammer that Never Comes Down

Idea for a torture device that came to me in a dream.

I call it “The hammer that never comes down”. It consists of a small pit, like a well. It is completely pitch black.

The victim is placed at the bottom. A sliding rubbery lid is placed into the opening of the well that slides down slowly so that the victim has less space to move and breathe.

The victim can push or kick the rubbery lid up slightly. With every kick or jump the lid goes slightly up but also starts slowly going down again. The lid is possible to be pushed all the way up to the top of the opening of the well, where, still covering the opening so that the victim cannot escape, little openings in the lid are exposes so sunlight and fresh air comes through. Then the lid starts slowly going down again.

Illustration of pushing the lid up.

With useless toil of pushing the lid up to the top, the victim can enjoy some sunlight and air. If he does not push the lid up, he has little breathing room and room to move and lives in total darkness.

I made a rough illustration of how it would work.

Illustration of getting the lid to the top and it coming down again.

Writing 3

A large frog jumps into a pool of multicolored swirls of glittering stardust. Darkness pricked with nodes of dense light.

The frog croaks and stumbles out of the essence, transformed into a gleamy blue demon. It gets up on its hind legs and walks, human-like and calmly into a grove of the purest darkness.