Hello, everybody. I hope that you're all doing well.

On this week's episode, we have some of my favorite all-time stories.

So, let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

Rainfall by Richard Saxon.

Thank you. Rainfall by Richard Saxon I patiently awaited by the riverbanks while Charlie went to relieve himself.

The rain pounded hard towards the poisoned earth, ripping away any life that dared settle in the toxic ground.

The waters were murky, the river flowed relentlessly.

They had once been so full of life, surrounded by families enjoying their picnags.

Now nothing more than a watery grave, destroyed by the ever-present acid rain.

It was odd, though, that despite the storm it had grown in size, it had remained the same,

monotonous body of water only disturbed by the occasional piece of driftwood floating downstream.

Charlie, hurry up, it's getting dark.

I yelled to my son as he tried to relieve himself behind a barren tree.

I'm trying, he shouted back.

I couldn't blame him.

Taking a piss was harder than one would have thought while soaking wet and freezing cold.

He turned silent. I decided to give him some space while I rested by the riverbank.

My body had grown frail in the past year after these supplies diminished. Both food and water

had become a scarce, invaluable resource. I thought it ironic that we would most likely dive from dehydration, all the while soaking

wet from the sulfuric rain falling down from above.

My train of thought was disrupted by what seemed like an oddly shaped tree stump approaching

from up the river.

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