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My watch continues to tick, the digits keep moving forward, but nothing else does. Has it been weeks? Years? At a certain point, you stop asking, stop counting. If you’re denied basic human contact for so long, your mind will start to wander, almost as if your body is no longer a suitable housing for it. It tries to crawl, squirm out of your ears and eyes, desperately searching for a home where it can be properly nourished and fed, but here, there is no better place. I slowly sit up. The once vibrantly decorated room where I lay had long since faded before I found it, and my tenure within only saw it fade further. My watch says it’s around nine in the morning, but that never ending twilight that fills the clouded sky serves as the constant reminder that time has moved on from this place. The minutes may keep passing, but nothing else changes unless I attempt to do something, and even then, my minor impact is nothing more than the sound of a pin dropping during an artillery strike.
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2:07 a.m., dockside district. Sodium lamps buzzed overhead, turning the mist the color of nicotine. Ray Collins spotted the target parked nose-in between two dumpsters: midnight blue '09 Crown Vic, VIN ending 8765, three payment booklets in arrears. Plates already stripped, windows fogged. A repo man's Christmas.
Ray rolled the truck alongside, killed the headlights, and stepped down. The Vic idled, a faint heat shimmer off the tailpipe. He tapped the glass. Empty. He smelled old french fries and something sweeter, like the inside of a new coffin.
Wheel lift ready, he slid the slim jim past the weather strip, popped the door and the column, and shifted to neutral. The driver's seat twitched forward an inch; nothing more than worn rails, he told himself. He hooked the wheel cups, winched the front end high, and chained the rear. The Vic's weight settled with a sigh, almost grateful.
Ray climbed back into the cab. In the mirror, the sedan dangled like a caught shark, headlights dimming as the truck's alternator pulled voltage. He cracked the window, lit a cigarette, and rolled out toward the county impound.
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Here is a list of helpful pages for new editors and writers:
- He Wants More Than Coffee
- The Aoura Family — A Human Account
- The Manducor
- Jagdspiel
- Nicotine Mist, Vinyl Teeth
- It Wants Your Blood
- Undo
- Brick Curtain, Steel Throat
- Gum Woman
- What Blossoms in Isolated Paradise
- All I Am Is Ash
- Seeing Double
- Strigoi Files
- Aberration Series-S
- Witches and Liches
- Where Mad Gods Dance
- Dementia Dream
- Solacra Files
- So Easily Forgotten
- Within the Collapse
- I Got Here First
- A Gaslit Hookup
- The Dread
- Chitinous
2025-12-08 01:59:07 Beyond the Tonal Horizon . . SirTiberius
2025-12-08 00:20:20 All I Am Is Ash . . SwordOfLands
2025-12-07 07:45:16 The Color of Itself . . Squidmanescape
2025-12-07 06:21:40 The Manducor . . NoctivarV
2025-12-07 05:16:00 The Aoura Family — A Human Account . . Rain Aoura
2025-12-06 09:16:21 Jagdspiel . . DipperXander12345
2025-12-05 04:52:11 Lady Ripper . . SwordOfLands
2025-12-04 18:05:52 Gum Woman . . William See
2025-12-04 03:42:20 Nicotine Mist, Vinyl Teeth . . Cornconic
2025-12-04 03:23:45 Without . . Cornconic
2025-12-02 15:12:52 Brick Curtain, Steel Throat . . VenusIsHell
2025-11-29 20:33:00 Keep At It . . William See
2025-11-29 15:51:30 Spirit of the Swamp . . Cornconic
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