This hits me somewhere, touches me in a strange way. It's like when someone says something that you've always believed in at the back of you mind, but never really said. One those "knock on wood" moments! ;D
I like this, I could picture it in my mind. I hope Bill finds a way to undo this, unless the angry townspeople really did kill him.
I guess I'll find out, though! I'm off to the next chapter!


One hundred? What a feat; and I'll be reading all of them!

Wow. A punch to my metaphysical gut if there ever was one.
As a writer, I sympathize with him almost immediately, and as an unofficial crazy, I comprehend him even further.
I love how dark it is, and yet, the characters aren't gritty or angry, scared is all...