The Science Of Stuck Novels & Stories

I asked changing the subject, he needed an emergency change of topic. He shook his head." No I haven't. " " What about coffee? "I asked. " Not yet. "He replied. "I should probably get you one, I also need a cup of coffee to start my day." I stood up from the chair and walked to the door quickly so he won't change his mind and call me back to sit. When I finally got out of his study, I blew out some breath through my mouth. I was having an uncomfortable conversation with him, and that choking me.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]