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Chapter Eleven Through the haze the room glowed. As objects became more defined and the beam of artificial light softened I found myself no..

Echo is everything except crazy.

Sick unto death with long agony my senses left me. The last of distinct accentuation reached my ears, the inquisitorial voices merged in one dre..

The wolf kept its head low. Humans were not accustomed to an ever changing horror. They slipped into routine easily; one that got them into troub..

At my window I stood surveying whatever manifested in my field of vision. A catacomb of thought unearthed upon sights of vehicles passing by, the ..

Life is sometimes a burden.

I hunched over a wicker table. Beyond the flimsy walls wilderness equipped itself with animations from hell, if such an infernal dimension existe..

Channels of her psyche entertained decayed images before tuning in contemplation she on no account considered before. It was more of reminiscence..

Seething behind her clenched teeth were sordid elixirs that declined to expire. They fermented on her tongue as her vision narrowed. Outside the ..

Coasting by the side of the highway, sheltered in a 1981 Ford Thunderbird shell, a man slouched behind the steering wheel. Shifting his gaze, he ..