figments
Welcome to my graveyard Please, take a seat I’ll give you the ghastly tour From hair to twitching feet. Here I lay in the Witch’s chair When they…
Before today, it had been a long time since I had seen any real heroes who had visited the World Mechanism. The remorseful, the reformed, and the spurned…
Abigail’s puppies returned from their first day of high school wrecked as rafts against a reef. Shamira was skittery, strands of their hair tied in crooked spindle-braids. Zara…
gravel beneath our backs and headsbites like little blunt teeth aswe lie alone in the desertbeneath a night sky strewnwith lights like grains of sand.we name the Pleiadesas…
This story is a sequel to “The Silver Sphere,” which you can read here. Content warnings: Violence, Thalassophobia Remind me, my child… where last we left my story,…
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