figments
A line of gnarled, crooked trees sit upon a hillside that presides over Yojoa. Their roots reach down into the black, wet earth. Plunging through the footsteps of…
Besieged amongst timeless mountains, torn apart by relentless rivers, and shrugged under boundless forests, the tiny village of Nakieti nestles in the Northwestern Georgian region of Racha. Every…
Content note from the author: This story contains implied sexual assault. The scenes are not graphic and I hope you will read it. If it’s triggering, though, please…
The first thing I imagine a human would ask me is if I am not tired of living. All of you are so adorably obsessed with immortality, you…
My little sister was sitting on the floor in the position she assumed every afternoon, hunched over her mound of clay, arms and legs akimbo, head full of…
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