A.N. We're about halfway there!!! YAY!!! * * * * * 10. In Case You Forgot, the Plan Really is Terrible. The hubbub of the police station grabbed my memories around the throat and wrenched them into the forefront of my consciousness. The murmur of terse voices, the... Continue Reading →
9. The Tipping Point I didn’t wake up screaming, which I guessed was a plus. But actually, the alternative was worse. I woke up whimpering. Crying. And someone was stroking my hair through it all, like I was some pathetic kid at his first summer camp away from home. “Eli,” Lin murmured. “It’s time... Continue Reading →
A.N. Spoiler alert... I like this one. * * * * * 8. All the Time in the World to Chat Raj had a nice little wooden porch behind his house, a tiny bit of free space to breathe in the crowded city. Potted plants dotted the edges, no doubt... Continue Reading →
7. Time For a Terrible Plan! It was getting cold by the time I arrived at Beckett Raj’s doorstep. I hammered on the door with a frozen fist and pulled my coat tighter around me, trying not to shiver. Finally, the door swung open to reveal… nobody? I looked down. Ah, there she was,... Continue Reading →
Another author's note: Well, it looks like we're doing this thing! Two chapters a week for the next six or so weeks. Hold on to your seatbelts, dear readers, because we're about to sprint through the most convolutedly plotted plot I've ever plotted before, haha. (Though, given my general disregard for that sort... Continue Reading →
Hey, time for an author's note. We're now five weeks in, which is really really exciting! Thanks for sticking it out with this story, it really means a lot. The thing about Infinite is, though... it's turning out to be a lot longer than I thought it would be. I'm estimating around 20 chapters. And... Continue Reading →
4. So Now the Sky is on Fire (And It’s Not My Fault.) By the time I finally reached the rural outskirts of town, the sunrise was clawing its way over the horizon with those famous rose-colored fingertips. (Yes, I’ve read Homer. Just because I’m an idiot hobo detective doesn’t mean that I’m an illiterate... Continue Reading →
This Waking Journey 