I’m sure there are times when everyone wants to re-write their history. Become the hero, or, at least, not fail so badly. Well, this is not really about me, but the town my father grew up, and where my siblings and I were brought to, against my will, when we were young.

    You would be right in saying I harbour ill-feelings towards the townsfolk ~ most of whom were my relations. I’ve had my fair share of fantasizing of razing the town and turning it into a landfill. But then, about a decade or so ago, I had another dream. The town was prime location for some of my stories and I figured, since I already was used to recreating worlds, why not try my hand with this little town.

    Once I made up my mind, I remembered an old teacher telling me the town’s real name was never officially changed. The townspeople had simply adopted a name near the beginning of its creation. No one questioned it, since the company that built the town left long ago.

    For this, my alternative version of the town, I re-adopted the original name. I also created a persona for myself, living in this town ~ and actually proud of it.

    What follows are unreal stories and events. They may have connections to the “real” world, but that is mostly coincidental.