Is there any peace to be found in this home?
I am chased down by ghosts of his bad decisions.
He is my bad decision.
Running away. Nothing to run toward.
They know better than I do. They know all too well.
Who am I running from— him or them?
Is it worse to be haunted by them or be one of them?
They know no peace and won’t let me.
Do they want me to join them or save them?
Can they save me?
Endless doors through empty corridors. Infinite keys for finite locks.
Can I lock them out? Will they lock me in?
We will never leave this house. I will rot with them. We will haunt these halls together.
We will try to save her. She will make the same mistakes we made. She will run. She will join us.
Infinite wives. Finite lives.
Inspired by “Bluebeard”; his current wife haunted by the ghosts of his past wives.
I was feeling poetic this weekend!
Lil book update: My alpha reader is finished! I am scared and excited to dive into her comments and notes. Will I be crushed by criticism? Will I have major rewrites to do? It’s all in the name of making this book the best I can make it, so I guess I’ll learn to work with feedback.
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Please please turn this into a short story as well!