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Challenge of the Week LXXVII
This week we're going to try something different. Very different. Sort this challenge feed by newest. Read the most recent post, then continue it. Posts will be constrained to 700 words, so nobody has to read a novella before writing their own entry. When evaluating, we'll read the posts in order, from oldest to newest. Feel free to depart from the previous author stylistically, thematically, or in whichever way you choose, though your entry should be somehow connected to the previous entry. If the previous post is nonsensical, or otherwise hopelessly salvageable, continue from the most recent post you can. (If you do elect to continue from a different post, it'd be helpful if you could indicate which post you're continuing from). We'll write the first sentence. "The dream came to an abrupt end when the hysterical ringing of the telephone split the midnight silence."
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Mending (Continued)

Despite this fact floating in a sea of the sobering realities of a fallen world, I couldn't understand what she had against my trying to live the rest of my life as functionally as one possibly can without the use of both legs. Hidden in the caverns of my heart would always be a great sorrow for the loss of our parents and a growing list of "what if's", alternate scenarios and quiet moments I'll spend wondering what would've happened had I done something differently. But I didn't, and there was nothing I could do to change that. After tucking those restless thoughts away with the others in the archive, I turned off all of the lights and peered through the blinds, making sure that her sedan had disappeared from view before getting ready. While she had spent the time since the tragedy going off the deep end, I had been plotting. You might think that suddenly becoming confined to a chair with very limited mobility would drive anyone to the brink of some type of existential crisis, but in my case... Well, I found it convenient in the way of making time to do lots of reading and research. At first I just wanted these men that killed my parents to taste justice that our police forces and the law were too inadequate to serve up, but after years of climbing the secret hierarchy within the underbelly of Queens, New York, I had acquired quite a bit of power. I had gone from selling some of my adderall and clonipin to some friends to fund the search to a king pin with the means and authority to have these men killed when I finally found them.

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