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.
He says there must be “rules” and “guidelines” set in place before I write here. “For safety,” he says. He isn’t quite like an editor. More of a guide. A man who nudges me on the right path.
I’ll let him take over for the time being. I have to keep writing.
I’ll let him take over for the time being. I have to keep writing.
February 2, 2026 at 6:09 PM
He says there must be “rules” and “guidelines” set in place before I write here. “For safety,” he says. He isn’t quite like an editor. More of a guide. A man who nudges me on the right path.
I’ll let him take over for the time being. I have to keep writing.
I’ll let him take over for the time being. I have to keep writing.
I’m still here. Trapped. In the Dark Place.
I write to project myself to other worlds. To try and find an escape, a way out of this hell.
There’s an unseen observer protecting me. Guiding me. His name is Snake. (23, he/him.)
At least, that’s what he tells me to call him.
I write to project myself to other worlds. To try and find an escape, a way out of this hell.
There’s an unseen observer protecting me. Guiding me. His name is Snake. (23, he/him.)
At least, that’s what he tells me to call him.
February 2, 2026 at 6:09 PM
I’m still here. Trapped. In the Dark Place.
I write to project myself to other worlds. To try and find an escape, a way out of this hell.
There’s an unseen observer protecting me. Guiding me. His name is Snake. (23, he/him.)
At least, that’s what he tells me to call him.
I write to project myself to other worlds. To try and find an escape, a way out of this hell.
There’s an unseen observer protecting me. Guiding me. His name is Snake. (23, he/him.)
At least, that’s what he tells me to call him.
The manuscript pages weren’t just records of events that had happened or were going to happen — they were forming a bridge. If the Dark Place used art to reshape reality, then I could use Kris’ reality as a life raft. I can get out of here. I CAN ESCAPE.
February 2, 2026 at 5:53 PM
The manuscript pages weren’t just records of events that had happened or were going to happen — they were forming a bridge. If the Dark Place used art to reshape reality, then I could use Kris’ reality as a life raft. I can get out of here. I CAN ESCAPE.
Games have rules. Stories have themes, and themes can be subverted.
If they can find the seams, find where the logic breaks, they can open the door. The rules demand they be a hero. Be the shadow. Force the door open.
BREAK THE SPIRAL. ]
If they can find the seams, find where the logic breaks, they can open the door. The rules demand they be a hero. Be the shadow. Force the door open.
BREAK THE SPIRAL. ]
February 2, 2026 at 5:42 PM
Games have rules. Stories have themes, and themes can be subverted.
If they can find the seams, find where the logic breaks, they can open the door. The rules demand they be a hero. Be the shadow. Force the door open.
BREAK THE SPIRAL. ]
If they can find the seams, find where the logic breaks, they can open the door. The rules demand they be a hero. Be the shadow. Force the door open.
BREAK THE SPIRAL. ]
[ THE HERO REACHED FOR THE PAGE. A thorn drags against their skin, just enough to draw blood. They feel it, but their Soul doesn’t. Pain is merely a number for it. Minus one health point. THE CHILD WAS STEERED BY SOMETHING THAT THOUGHT IT WAS PLAYING A GAME.
February 2, 2026 at 5:42 PM
[ THE HERO REACHED FOR THE PAGE. A thorn drags against their skin, just enough to draw blood. They feel it, but their Soul doesn’t. Pain is merely a number for it. Minus one health point. THE CHILD WAS STEERED BY SOMETHING THAT THOUGHT IT WAS PLAYING A GAME.
This isn’t your story. It never WAS your story. The story is a MONSTER. The story will eat you alive. THE DARKNESS IS COMING!
January 27, 2026 at 5:54 PM
This isn’t your story. It never WAS your story. The story is a MONSTER. The story will eat you alive. THE DARKNESS IS COMING!
I don’t want to be in this story. Just write me out of this story. Ram these words down your throat. Make you choke on these words. I know the words. You can’t take the words. These are my words! Stop using the words! The words!
January 27, 2026 at 5:54 PM
I don’t want to be in this story. Just write me out of this story. Ram these words down your throat. Make you choke on these words. I know the words. You can’t take the words. These are my words! Stop using the words! The words!
Why is this familiar? I’ve been here before. Have I said this before? I’ve read this somewhere. Where am I? Who am I? That’s a strange name. That sounds like a character’s name. Did I write the name up, did I make that name up? I don’t want to be a character.
January 27, 2026 at 5:54 PM
Why is this familiar? I’ve been here before. Have I said this before? I’ve read this somewhere. Where am I? Who am I? That’s a strange name. That sounds like a character’s name. Did I write the name up, did I make that name up? I don’t want to be a character.
There’s nothing left. It’s all gone. I don’t know how to write. All the words are gone. There’s no more words. Where did they go? Did I eat the words? I don’t recognize these words anymore. Are the words moving? This is familiar.
January 27, 2026 at 5:54 PM
There’s nothing left. It’s all gone. I don’t know how to write. All the words are gone. There’s no more words. Where did they go? Did I eat the words? I don’t recognize these words anymore. Are the words moving? This is familiar.