This was brought on by reading too much of the Dark Tower series in too short a time.
On page three-hundred and ninety-nine, he realized that the author was unmaking
Reading it, watching things unmade, he found the words repeating, echoing in his
head, like a pop song. No, nothing like that... a nursery rhyme? Older though,
arcane. It was like a magic spell. Almost like what his ex-girlfriend would say
when she was on her Wicca kick... but this was...
That was pretension, this...
Someone reminded him that nursery rhymes are archaic, and not for children.
Arcane? No... but perhaps...
On page three-nine-nine he watched the world start to crack. It started with the
world in the book. Nineteen times, he watched the character's realize that
things were not as they seemed. Nineteen times, he watched what he knew become a
And then it started to escape the pages.