Continuing this horrid tale http://dragonoverwashington.blogspot.com/2013/04/wilder-than-any-science-fiction-plot-or.html
Though felled by that evil foe, the common cold, a possible solution dawned upon me, a solution that could prove more hazardous and fraught with danger than the common cold itself.
And so I went, dragging my disease ravaged body the tens of feet I had to travel to that awful place where the faint hope lingered that a cure might be found.
I was admitted into that place, made more horrid by the fact that outwardly it looked to be a nice, suburban home with two small children, a woman and the architect of the cure, the one whose very existence helped fuel the few dredges of hope I dared to cultivate.
And then I was escorted into the place of torture, a separate room with thick walls whose only function was to stifle the screams of the damned who had suffered inside, the strange scent of unspeakable tortures still hanging in the air.
Naturally, the thick iron door was barred behind me, cutting off all possible routes of escape and all thoughts of succor. I was placed on a kind of rack, though mercifully cleaned of blood, and I could hear the sound of evil instruments being readied for use.
Fellow readers and human beings, please believe me when I say that though a science fiction and fantasy author I may be, I did not invent anything in this tale. It is a real record of things that happened.
I will continue this later, if I find the courage within me.
It goes on here http://dragonoverwashington.blogspot.com/2013/05/wilder-than-any-science-fiction-plot-or_5.html