Crayons Gratuitement

The silence sliced through Nick's mind like a plough reaping his own inner thoughts that had plagued him with both pleasure and equally confusion for some time.

The silence was so profound yet so obvious and as simple as the cheap Swedish art-moderne furniture that surrounded him.

He slowly removed the small wooden pencils from his bleeding ears.

IKEA was to be the last sound he would ever hear.

He had also punctured his brain, so he died. The end.

He had also punctured his brain, so he died. The end.