Chapter 1

We are trapped inside, and have been for as long as I
can remember. Encaged in a place called ''the Jar''.
One day I believe we'll find a way out. An escape.
And like in my most vivid daydreams.. we'll be free
as the birds in a place called the sky.
We never stop trying. Always pursueing what
could one day become our freedom...
So we work for it.
We use our bare hands.
And well.. we do have a little more
than that to work with it.

The tools that were left here.
 To utilize for our own escape? Likely not.
My bet is that the humans forget them here.
Afterall. It could very well be true. Due
to their carless nature...

What kind's of tools? Toothpicks.
In the jar we refer to them as Breakaways.
They help us to chip away at the walls of glass
that enclose us on all four sides. Are we making progress?
We try to imagine so.

-part one of Jarred- by Jenna McNaught.