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Ready or NotSt. Joan's Asylum for the Incurable was once a dazzling establishment. In its hay day, it had countless numbers of patients. The hundreds of luxury rooms each accommodated two comfortably, with separate bedrooms, private baths and a living room. Below ground were the solitary confinement chambers, far away from the sunny display of the main level. Paid for in full by a wealthy psychotherapist, the hospital was a thriving metropolis for people that therapy could not, in that day, relieve of their ailments.
From those declared criminally insane by law to private tenants paid for by opulent relatives the place was swarming with loons. This all changed overnight when Bertrand A. Mannfield, the founding proprietor, died suddenly. His heart had given out in his sleep, and his fortune had no heir. His will was long untouched since the grand opening of St. Joans and declared his riches to various charities. The hospital was shut down within a week.
Over the years, the hospital would lie in rui
Dave the AntOnce upon a time in a land very far away, there was an island. And on that island, there was a forest. On the cluttered forest floor, under a rather large tree but next to a particularly small pond, there lived an ant. This ant's name was Dave.
Dave the Ant was a fairly mundane being. He ate sugar and did house work and, if he was feeling particularly inspired, he liked to read Shakespeare and paint landscapes. Dave the Ant was an unmarried, unemployed, and generally lonely insect whose life ambition was to pen a jukebox musical featuring Dido's greatest hits. However, Dave was fairly content with his simple life, with his small house and with his exceptionally boring name. Another important thing to note is that Dave the Ant was God.
One day, Dave stepped out to fetch some milk from the local market, unknowingly carrying out godly duties while doing so. Dave the Ant crossed the log bridge across the pond, which caused millions of suns to rise over millions of distant worlds. Dave chec
Mrs. O-Something It was on the floor of my father's office I awoke. My body sprawled between a couch and a coffee table, my head resting on only the floor, my limbs bent and stiff. The first thing I think is how peculiar it is that I'm here, because it's a Saturday. When I raise my hand to check the time, I discover how inflexible my muscles seem to have become. I pull my phone out of my pocket, only to find it dead. This seems peculiar to me, as it had a full charge only hours earlier.
I stand and find my feet to be without shoes and my neck to be as unyielding as my limbs. My eyes scan the room in which I have spent so much time doing work, for school, for money, for family. They fall upon a clock above the door which graciously tells me the time is late afternoon. Almost quitting time for my father, if he's working. Which, of course, he isn't.
My legs feel l
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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