Anchor
The mist jerked away from me, and I fell backward. When I crashed into the silt and pebbles
again, I stared into the bright sky of late morning. I shook my head and stood up before
making my way up the slope to the highway
again. Something still buzzed in my head like
the incessant chirping of tree frogs, and I felt
a distinct direction in my mind pointing to
something. Something west. I could deal with
it later, but that word anchor repeated in my
mind. Eventually, I would have to do something about that.
I brought my cell to life and chicked the signal. 4G. I laughed to myself as I hefted my
still-empty gas can. I decided to save Dad the
hassle and look up the number for local police
service. A short ride in a police cruiser later, and
I had a full can of gas. I refueled my car under
the officer’s watchful eye, then nearly cried
when the Grand Am sprang to life after a few
woeful chugs. The officer asked if there was
anything else I needed, then wished me a safe
journey before getting back to his patrol.
I pulled onto the road and again headed east
toward my family’s home. Anchor still buzzed
in my mind. I would have to follow the signal
soon and find where it led me. Anchor, anchor,
anchor. I know I must break the anchor.✤
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INSIGHT’S
HALLOWEEN
INTERACTIVE FICTION
The gerbil is gripped with rage. Never
in its thousand years upon the Earthly
plane has someone spoken to it with
such bravery. The gerbil isn’t sure if its
wants you dead or wants you sexy.
It attacks.
If you put your reflexes to the test and
dodge out of the way, turn to page 67.
If you decide to see where this thing is
going to go, turn to page 57.
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October 2014
INSIGHT