Man writes one page a day to a series of seven novels, every day, never stopping until he is finished. Horror meets modern-day Lord Of The Rings in this tale spanning 70,000 years about a twenty-four year old named Marvin and his encounters with an ancient anomaly known only as the "Harvester".
“Uh..sorry, yeah, I’m trying to find a place called the Liberty Village Apartments.”
His eyes continued to scan the room.
“I think it’s in Manchester?”
The man in front of him began sifting through some paperwork, seemingly ignoring Marvin’s question while focusing on multiple tasks. After a moment of hesitation, he replied back.
“There’s a Liberty Village, but it ain’t in Manchester. You gotta go to Strinestown up on 83. Three exits north of here.”
Fuck, i passed it. I was gonna get directions at that Rutter’s place. Was it a gas station? I think it was a gas station…
Marvin continued that longing blank stare and noticed his hands were much drier than usual. He’d washed them pretty vigorously in the Burger King restroom. He now noticed the discomfort and it showed on his face. The black man took notice as well and questioned him further.
“You ok son?”
Marvin shook his head and took a second to collect himself.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Where do you go once you get off the exit?”
The towering hotel employee looked more relaxed and pulled out an atlas that’d been hidden beneath the desk. He leafed through its thick glossy pages and stopped once he found what he was looking for. He motioned for Marvin to come closer and spoke again.
“You take that exit there, and you’re gonna stay right. Keep on down the Manchester Pike and you’ll turn right onto Canal Road. Liberty Village will be on your right, bout a mile or so. You’ll see signs and stuff for it.”
