Short Story #1. The Dark.

As the train got closer and closer to London Dennis sensed the sky getting dark. The darkness of a city that to him represented misery and failure. The darkness of a city that had suppressed his once huge ambition and enthusiasm. The darkness that had slowly surrounded and engulfed all of his happiness and joy. The darkness that would hang over his head for months, maybe even years to come. The darkness of the city that had suddenly sucked all life from inside of him. The crippling dark. The hated dark. The dreaded dark.

Then Dennis realised they'd just been in a long tunnel.