A. WAKE
@adarkpresence.bsky.social
In a horror story the victim keeps asking why, but there can be no explanation and there shouldn't be one. The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest and is what we'll remember in the end.
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My name is Alan Wake. I’m a writer.
February 2, 2026 at 5:57 PM
My name is Alan Wake. I’m a writer.
Something could be seen glowing. A dim, white light, nestled between the brambles of a thorn bush.
A manuscript page.
A manuscript page.
February 2, 2026 at 4:46 PM
Something could be seen glowing. A dim, white light, nestled between the brambles of a thorn bush.
A manuscript page.
A manuscript page.
The Writer’s Room. My stronghold. My prison.
I write. And I write. And I write. A new draft is a escape plan, and the plot board is my map that will show me the way.
With each page, I call out to other worlds, seeking a way out of the Dark Place.
Every word typed is a step closer to being free.
I write. And I write. And I write. A new draft is a escape plan, and the plot board is my map that will show me the way.
With each page, I call out to other worlds, seeking a way out of the Dark Place.
Every word typed is a step closer to being free.
February 2, 2026 at 4:24 PM
The Writer’s Room. My stronghold. My prison.
I write. And I write. And I write. A new draft is a escape plan, and the plot board is my map that will show me the way.
With each page, I call out to other worlds, seeking a way out of the Dark Place.
Every word typed is a step closer to being free.
I write. And I write. And I write. A new draft is a escape plan, and the plot board is my map that will show me the way.
With each page, I call out to other worlds, seeking a way out of the Dark Place.
Every word typed is a step closer to being free.
I’m lost. I'm lost in the dark. Drowning. I’m drowning.. No way out. There’s no way out. Sinking deeper. Deeper and deeper. This is hell. I'm in hell. Let me go. I just want to sleep. Please let me sleep. I’m so tired. I just want to go home. I’ve written so much. I write and I write.
January 27, 2026 at 5:54 PM
I’m lost. I'm lost in the dark. Drowning. I’m drowning.. No way out. There’s no way out. Sinking deeper. Deeper and deeper. This is hell. I'm in hell. Let me go. I just want to sleep. Please let me sleep. I’m so tired. I just want to go home. I’ve written so much. I write and I write.
