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Rust saw the corridor of the Mississippi she was referencing, mouth of Hades, knew the name it was known by, had heard Marty use it obliquely over the years; Cancer Alley. He could taste what she was describing, had encountered it himself, had chased it like a dog given a scent, rolled around in it, felt its poison work through the pores in his skin.
“You left?”
“Eventually. Not before it put its mark on me I’m sure.” She shivered. “Out here though? The green, the brown. Still tastes good. Was always round and wholesome. Like oats.”
“Like smoked corn to me. Sweet at the edges.”
“You that way too huh?” She studied him across the table. “You can come again Mr. Cohle.”
He stayed until the rain stopped, farewelling her as she insisted he come again next Sunday.
“Stay for service. You do believe don’t you?”
“No ma’am.”
She didn’t look a mite perturbed. “Well, I guess that can’t be helped. You come next week and tell me about it.”
Rust makes a friend at church, Marty tries to repay a debt. Will we get another chance at this?
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- Part 3 of Premonitions
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13 Feb 2026
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NEXT UPDATE: VALENTINE’S DAY WEEKEND!
(In which the NSA forces Simon to marry Jack in order to keep an eye on him.)
After the supers ban was made official, the NSA had their work cut out for them, engineering new, normal lives for those once believed to be gods. Day after day, supers were reduced to a single file, liabilities to be “dealt with.”
The nightmare was almost over, with only one man left to deal with—Jackson Hart, better known as Gamma Jack.
No female supers fit the mold well enough to be assigned to play house with Jack, and even if they could withstand his toxic abilities (and personality), it would just be plain cruel to subject any woman to a life married to the guy.
Fortunately, there was one person who fit the profile the NSA was looking for: immune to the light spectrum, and by proxy, Jack. Strong enough to hold their own. The one person who wasn’t afraid of him. Unfortunately for Jack, that person happened to be a man.
Gazerbeam, AKA Simon Paladino
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20 Jan 2026
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And What Will You Do Now? by oQuirky
Fandoms: The Long Walk - Richard Bachman, The Long Walk (Movie 2025)
26 Dec 2025
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First, there was a moment in silence.
In Pete’s swaying peripheral vision, boys drifted, not nearly as many boys as when they last saw light, but, Ray was there, pressed up against Pete’s side and that was all that truly mattered.
Shadowed by the looming figure of the major, stood, stately, atop a sputtering vehicle, in the pale glow of early morning, all of them trudged together, towards their graves, children ardent for some desperate glory.
But then, there was a moment of noise.
And in less than the amount of time it would take to buy a ticket, everything changes.
Or: On the second morning of the long walk all broadcasts are abruptly cut due to 'outside interference', there is still a long way to walk to reach potential safety (Garraty's mom's place) but with the competition dismantled an opportunity to look out for each other arises and friendship takes precedence.
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27 Dec 2025
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Wake up. Vomit. Try and hide a massive hangover. Avoid Nancy. Put on a suit. Drink water. Drink more water. Give the best damn speech of all time, one that puts Mike's pedantic bullshit one to shame. Clink glasses with Steve, because yeah—his was definitely better. Hug Mrs. Wheeler, offering her his congratulations. Do the same with the groom. Ask how Ted is doing. Share a dance with Robin. Eat cake. Retire to his hotel room. Fall asleep and—
Wake up.
It's Tuesday again. The sort of day where the sun only rises to humiliate you.
Jonathan blinks. Okay. Let's try this again. They've only got eternity, and one of these days something has got to work, right?
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28 Nov 2025
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“… I’d say good morning,” Dankovsky said at length, a little hoarsely, “but I’m afraid I’ve lost track of the time. Good … something, Haruspex.”
“Afternoon. You look—” Artemy began, and broke off.
“Yes? What ghoulish thing do I resemble today?” Daniil blew out some smoke, staring pensively ahead. “A striga, perhaps.”
“—better,” Artemy finished. “Less like you’d gone already, and are only haunting me.”
That shut Daniil’s mouth.
[Or: a rendezvous with danger, one very cold winter.]
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18 Nov 2025