figments
Content Warnings: discussions of death, off-screen death The souls of butterflies smell the nicest. They’re small sparkling puffs of memories: simple moments of flying amongst emerald blades of…
I There’s a skeleton on the roof. Not a real one. We found it in the biology classroom on the first floor, while climbing through the window. It…
Plants told better stories than people. Virn liked to collect their tales like bugs in a jar. He’d often show them off to the village folk who…
Dear Deity, I keep having dreams of stepping on sidewalk cracks but you’re not my mother. Ideally you would have a form, something contained designed to hold…
Welcome back to Deep Submersion. You can call me David. Find yourself an environment where you can shut out all distractions. A quiet, solitary space where no one…
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