by Brent R. Oliver
Reality is meandering and losing cohesion. It’s no longer strictly real. The only real things are those that I write. They stick around. They don’t change. They’re solid.
Too solid. Maybe I shouldn’t have been a horror writer. I’ve populated this dying world with all manner of psychos and monsters. They stay aggressively in focus while everything around them blurs and comes apart.
So I now I have to write the world back. Or at least write up some resistance. Something to fight back. I have to hurry. When will I start to fade?
I hear them coming.
BIO: Brent R. Oliver is an award-eligible horror author, commenter, and enthusiast. For more of his work, please check out his website at brentroliver.com