The downpour outside his car rippled down the driver’s side window. Like waves. Thick, clear waves. The glass is rippling. Reality is a picture on that glass. Rippling. Nothing’s supposed to exist on the other side. This glass is just an image. Rippling. Over there is elsewhere.
Finally got some writing in yesterday and moved the story along…
Made a chapter index that still needs some work. It’s coming along at its own pace. I know some folks kind of balk at content/trigger warnings, but please do use them, I don’t want to accidentally trigger anyone without warning. T-T
I probably should have mentioned with the first chapter post that this is a psychological horror story that plays with dream themes and unreality. I forgot that not everyone reading has been around since the Stellium days and are aware of that lore’s genre & content. Nice Ghosts takes place before Stellium and the parallels between Reid & Linden from the GN chapter are intentional. They’re both going through the same shit. Bless these poor boys, they are going through it.
I should probably post that GN chapter for Stellium at some point, lmao… that… that should probably be my next post, I don’t even know why I’m still sitting on it like I’m afraid to show it anywhere.