Alice Isn’t Dead is a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale.
A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.
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part one, chapter two: alice
“I thought you were dead. I really did.“
“I couldn’t think – I really couldn’t – I couldn’t think of another reason you would vanish like that.”
“Just gone. Just not you next to me in the mornings or coughing before bed. The halo of warmth you made in the air around you, just air now.”
“I mourned you, ___. I’ve never loved anyone so hard. From my goddamn gut.“
“So screw you for that. I mean, really.”
“I don’t think the landscape is that bad, really. Just…anything’s a letdown from the mountains.”
“I don’t think the world passes through here. I don’t think the world has been to this place in a long time.”
“I went to groups. I sat in circles and talked about you.”
“That’s what we do now, right? As a civilization, we sit in a circle and we describe the shape of the monster that is devouring us. We hope, like a talisman, that our description will provide some shelter against it.”
“It won’t, though. We are helpless.”
“The circle was fine. It wa– It was good, actually. I talked about you, how you were always a little strange, but ___, I never thought….I never thought.”
“Somewhere in the heart of somewhere else.”
“And there you were. Right among them. Looking like you knew exactly what was going on, looking like nothing was a surprise to you.”
“Nothing ever was a surprise to you, was it? You always knew everything.”
“So, my ___ wasn’t dead. That’s good to know. That’s new information.”
“Hoping to ward off the monster by describing the shape of it.”
“I quit that job. Oh, you would have been so proud of me!”
“It’s all so clean now. So…expected. Every relationship, no matter how long, no matter the history, is expected to be temporary. Separation is never a surprise.”
“There are different types of desert, you know. There is desert that is something – it’s mesas or it’s sand, it has contours and its own spatial language – and then there’s desert that just…isn’t.”
“Flatlands is the absence of everything else. I suppose that this, too, has its own spatial language, but…boy, am I glad to see trees again.”
“Are you doing this? ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”
“I’m going. I’m driving. I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what!”
“I thought you were dead.” [Sigh] “Maybe you are. Maybe I’m chasing a ghost.”
“Your gift to me, I suppose?”
“I don’t know what this meant. I only know that it’s meaning does not include me. I am not necessary to it.”
“There are a lot of different types of freedom.”
“We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description.”
“'Art’ doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art.”
“Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom.”
“You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t want you to.”
“I am more free now than I have ever been, and I am spiraling.”
“I want our lines to cross, even one more time.”
“You owe me an explanation, and I am going to see that you make good on that. I’m going to hear whatever story you’ve got to tell, and I’m going to hear it from you direct.”
“You may think you’re free, but you’re not. You are not free of me.”
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