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Purgatory Purgatory by Daniel Ruczko
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“The world outside dulled to a monochrome blur, as if even the colors had given up.”
Daniel Ruczko, Purgatory
“I always thought God would look out for me… maybe I did something to deserve this, stuck between crumbling memories and hallucinations.”
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“Even halfway to nowhere, you’re still nothing.”
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“Her eyes, in particular, look hollow—the kind of eyes that have seen too much and burned out somewhere along the way.”
Daniel Ruczko, Purgatory
“The reflection isn’t wrong—it’s honest, and that’s what terrifies her.”
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“There’s a crack running through the middle of her face, splitting her down the center. It makes her look… unstable.”
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“There’s nothing. There’s just nothing.”
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“Her father’s words carve into her, leaving scars she won’t notice until much later.”
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“The emptiness she always expected stretches before her, vast and indifferent.”
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“She always knew, but knowing doesn’t soften the blow. Why couldn’t she be wrong? But the only thing worse than believing a lie is living long enough to see it shatter into nothing.”
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“Some people are destined for greatness, and others for madness.”
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“Nothing feels real anymore, and maybe that’s the only way to deal with this kind of thing.”
Daniel Ruczko, Purgatory
“Depersonalization can occur when the body and mind can’t handle the stress or trauma anymore. It’s a protective mechanism, a way for your brain to disconnect and survive.”
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“I feel like I’m somewhere between living and dreaming, either feeling too much or nothing at all.”
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“One second, she’s in her body, trembling with fear and rage, and in the next, she is detached from her body. She is watching—a spectator in her own nightmare.”
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“There’s a strange clarity to it. A lucidity she’s never felt before. This is the end of daze.”
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“My mom lives for it—or rather, she used to. And my sister was always more like her—prayer circles, Sunday services, charity drives… they poured themselves into it. I think, for them, it gave meaning to something that felt… meaningless. Like life needed a script, and faith was the only way to keep reading. But it never felt… right to me. Like, I couldn’t force myself to believe in something just because it was expected.”
Daniel Ruczko, Purgatory
“But sometimes, a little darkness makes the light shine brighter, don’t you think?”
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“I feel like organized religion doesn’t want people to evolve, just… to obey.”
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“Come here, little fox, where the lost always go. Your journey is futile, your efforts in vain—Step into my darkness and end all your pain.”
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“I’m scared to forget the good memories, and only remember the terrible ones.”
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“It feels like a thief in slow motion, stealing the man I knew one memory at a time.”
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“Did you know, aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn’t be able to fly? But the bumblebee doesn’t know that, so it goes on flying anyway.”
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“I truly believe that if we grew up without people telling us what we can and can’t do, we’d accomplish things most would say are impossible.”
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“Some stories bleed into reality, and you can’t unwrite them.”
Daniel Ruczko, Purgatory
“This is purgatory, not as punishment, but as proof: even halfway to nowhere, you’re still nothing.”
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“This is death, she thinks. This is what’s waiting on the other side. There’s no heaven. No hell. No fire or light. Just this—an infinite nothingness.”
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“The red light hangs over her like a single bloodshot eye, staring down from the darkness without blinking.”
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