ALAS!
This seemingly endless hallway stretches before me, longer and longer as I walk down it's path.
With such great effort I've made thus far, it seems an injustice that this could happen right at the end (oh God I pray it's the end). But this is just one of the many injustices of my tale. So to whoever intends to read, please be warned that I am currently in great peril, and that after you've finished, if I don't follow up with a story of success, please send someone out looking for me. That is, if anyone still exists.
YOU ARE READING
The Wicked Witches of the Right
AdventureNoah T. Eisenstein was just a regular guy; union carpenter, twice divorced, living in a decent home by himself, doing his civic duty voting on Election Day. Life was pretty normal. But as the results of the day's voting were coming in, the world a...
