Tales From Midas: The Runaway

Tales From Midas: The Runaway,

Struggling novelist Athena Morrison once thought life had nothing left to offer her. Living a reclusive lifestyle and trying to make ends meet while trying to make a name for herself as an author, she certainly had it hard enough. Coupled with extreme bouts of depression and constant threats with running from her dark past however, one can only go so far before something snaps. So in one stormy evening, plagued by the demons of her own making, she planned on ending it all.

Before she was stopped by some unsuspecting maintenance crew.

A fateful encounter, if she were to describe it. Change was coming to her life. Perhaps it was time to stop running, to try and take hold of her own destiny.

A lot of things were happening in this city, money changing hands, deals being made; politics were being played and power was constantly in flux. And while change is something to be feared, it was also something to be excited about. Athena only hoped that it was for the better.

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Chapter I Snippet:

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"Hah... Hahaha..."

A woman laughed to herself as she stood in the rain, staring upon the lit city streets atop a skyscr.a.p.er. Tears starting to fall as she lamented her own sanity.

"Hahahahaha..."

She felt so... empty, unfeeling. It was as if there was nothing left for her, like everything she did was dull and pointless.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha!!"

Her laughter slowly got louder as she stewed on her own self pity. She was utterly helpless, alone. How did this happen? She gazed up the raining sky, as if staring straight through the clouds and onto the gods.

"Why? Why me?"

The woman asked softly. Why her? Why curse her to this kind of life? Tears flowed out her eyes as she wallowed in her despair. Heh, at least she still felt something.

"What am I doing with my life?"

She stepped towards the edge. The cold hard wind blew on her disheveled locks as she stared into the abyss. Was there even a point? She guessed there wasn't. There was no point. Everything she did was a futile attempt at happiness.

More tears found its way into her eyes. The mere thought of committing suicide was appalling to her, yet she can still hear it's haunting call. And to think that she always preached about it being the stupid way out. She blinked away the tears as she did the inevitable.

"Well, I guess it was fun while it lasted-"

[/"Don't do it!"/]