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Chapter 7: The Ceiling and the Silence The pills ran out on December 3rd. I know because I wrote it down. Had to. Time had gotten slippery, and writing things down was the only way to prove they
Chapter 1: The Fall November 17, 2023. I don't remember the moment I jumped. Maybe that's a blessing. Maybe it's just another hole in the timeline I'm still trying to patch together. But I remember
Letters from the Dock: Chapter 3 - The Fractured Reflection **A Short Story Inspired by the notes of Day 121-Day 130 The dock groaned beneath Jonah鈥檚 weight as he lowered himself to sit on the edge,
**Letters from the Dock: Chapter 2 - Fragments of Hope** A Short Story Inspired by the notes of Day 111-Day 120 **The Dock at Dusk** Jonah sat on the weathered planks of the dock, the lake鈥檚 surface a
A Short Story Inspired by the notes of Day 100-Day 110 Chapter 1: The Loop The dock groaned under Jonah鈥檚 weight as he stepped onto the weathered boards, lantern in hand. The lake before him mirrored
Eighteen months ago, I stood at a crossroads. My body bore the scars of years of alcohol abuse, my mind was a battlefield of relentless storms, and my heart clung to a flicker of hope. For too long, I