The forest of good and evil

The din of earthmoving equipment could be heard across the street from Senton High school. Some builders were preparing the ground to erect a long 8 foot wall around the entire perimeter of the forest. The forest was a creepy place where schoolboys feared to tread. In fact nobody dared to come within ten yards of the dark forest. Several of the creatures inhabiting the forest had strayed out across the open roads and were crushed to death. There was a sinister evil that inhabited the woods that had the people so afraid that a petition was signed to have the enormous wall built around it. Not only innocent animals were harmed but a few schoolboys had also gone missing. Search parties had been sent out with no luck of finding anybody. All that was recovered from one of the boys was a pair of cracked binoculars.

Somewhere in an underground shaft a sinister evil lurks. A dark wizard is experimenting using laboratory apparatus. He is in the process of preparing a very powerful spell to use on his prisoners for great material gain. Mathias is his name; the unlawful capture of schoolboys is his game....

Further along the beaten path towards the outskirts of the forest lives a very wise old wizard that is anything but pleased about his Cousin Mathias’ antics. Chimzen, the great wizard, bold and bound firmly in truth. He is also not aware of what his cousin is up to. He does suspect something though. I think if the truth is revealed it will surely lead to furious rage...  

About Me

Afraid and sad all at the same time. I lay in amongst the school tennis court netting wondering if I was really alive and if the passageway filled with screaming children before me actually real.

I reported to my school teacher, Mrs Williams. She was the one I feared most, and I told her that I was not feeling well. Yes, I mumbled it to her and she demanded that I speak up.

I remember going to the doctor and he could find nothing wrong with me. But he did see that I was looking quite unhappy so he booked me off school for a couple of days.

I can remember being at home and I can’t really say what it was for sure, I just felt strange and seemed to find a much deeper meaning behind things. I felt almost spaced out without taking any kind of drug or anything. These were the first signs of things to come. This incredible imagination of mine that allowed me to look deeply into something, analyze it and bring out a bizarre meaning to it. Perceive the reality of it in a normal fashion then take it to pieces and make it weird. There were also so many mixed emotions to it.

Being classified as bipolar has so many facets to it. Being quite brilliant with ones creative thinking, and also being extremely sensitive to ones surrounding. At the tender age of nine I was becoming aware of how deeply I felt emotional pain along with the experience of obscure ideas.

Anyway, I soon tired of sitting at home lost in thought, and I decided to clean our fish pond. Aiming to please my folks I ended up knee deep in fish water and trouble. I was rushed back to school the following day with my mother having no clue about why I felt like bunking school all of a sudden.

“Any man’s life will be filled with constant and unexpected encouragement if he makes up his mind to do his level best each day.” Booker T. Washington