[ WP ] Unknown to our beloved WP authors , they have a very special fan . One by one , they wake up in an unknown place and a really comfortable lounge chair , shackled , and are made to write the endings of all those cliffhangers and abandoned stories .

Another drool night slumming around the ghettos, shuttling the local drunks and trash to and fro. Waiting for that one good call to test my skills, to challenge my hands. As the night dragged on, an uneventful lull in the early hours of the day had me dozing off, just then, my radio chirped and my computer buzzed. Off and away we go, way, way, out. Somewhere near the state line, long away from my familiar city streets, somewhere on a dirt road the light illuminated my cab. Bright as day, blinding me in a haze of disorientation and panic. When the light subsided, I awoke. My eyes burned, my head in a puddle of water on a cold concrete floor. The world spinning around me as I sat up to dark and dank concrete walls running off into the distance. Steel rafters hundred feet above me, creaking about as the wind outside pushed them about. I heard a screech behind me, a recliner setting up, turning in a whir I saw, it. A tall, slender gray... being, eyeing me with interest. He stood up. `` Ah!'' his wispy voice harkened out, as it resonated down throughout the building. `` You're awake!'' He sifted through a pile of papers, thumbing about as he dropped stacks and envelopes about. Causing him to crawl momentarily to find his prize. `` What? Where am I?'' I asked. Examining myself. `` I've been following you for awhile! Your stories! They enthrall me. How do so know so much about my past?'' he asked as his wispy eyes glazed over one particular paper. `` Well,'' I said...
