(metrics) I am a writer, dammit.

Starting Count: 16826
Ending Count: 17624
Net Gain: +798

Starting line:
He was lost. Lost in his own mind, a fate he’d always feared, especially after watching his mother slip into madness. And yet, the world moved around him, somehow incorporating his delusions into itself, molding reality to his own warped senses. The doctor within was quietly amused at the hubris of the patient.

Ending line:
But she didn’t stop. Image after image pounded into his head, until Thom was curled up on the floor, weeping in pain, his brain alight with more information than he could process.

Darling:
That intrigued him. Despite himself, Thom went into the bedroom and pulled aside the dark curtains. Outside, silhouetted against the falling snowflakes, stood…

A horse. A tall, grey horse that shook its mane and then dropped its head to lip at the snow on the ground.

“Um, yeah. You’re a horse?”

Yes, I’m a Horse. He could hear the capital letter when she said it, and her head came back up to look down at him. So?

“So I’m talking to a Horse, in my head, and you think that’s going to convince me that I’m not crazy?” He laughed. “Yeah, right.”


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Mental note to self: torturing characters gets you words. Especially when the character is practically begging to be tortured.