A CAR IN THE WOODS
A writer of blogs, caught in the web of his own making. Unaware of the passing of time.
April 1st didn’t loom.
It pounced, claws sharpened and out, eviscerating the calm he thought he had.
This was a writer with ideas, semi-plans, an insidious inner laugh that sometimes made its way to the surface.
What happens when said writer, so caught up in the travails of his daily life, his existence teetering on the edge of the basest of sanity and the fathomless abyss of madness and despair, is faced with producing 26 tales designed to strike deep in the souls of his readers?
Tune in April 1st, for he is about to enter…
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