Waiting for the thing you dread is nearly always worse than the thing itself.
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Twenty-Two: Everything (Continued)
Previously: Terrified by recurring prophetic dreams, Gina and Zack forced themselves to stay awake for days.
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When nerve endings are stressed badly enough, the functions of the brain bleed together. Zack began to smell colors and taste sounds. This might have been pleasantly hallucinogenic were it not for the fact that every blue he smelled, every cow’s moo he tasted was like a razor cut to the senses. Compared to Gina, however, he fared well.
In lieu of sleeping nightmares, her brain manufactured waking ones from everything she took in: tree limbs stabbed at her eyes, magpies jabbed at her ears, worms tunneled into her nostrils. She shifted position, moaned, begged it, whatever it was, to leave her alone.
It was the worst day in history, the day the…
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