figments
The zebras were milling about like sporadic, sparse pianos bereft of an owner. The absence of music, long left played if not absorbed into emptiness, precluded the need.…
The Forest was a place with many fantastic legends. Such a reputation was only fitting, with its towering trees and pervasive shadows. Despite its mystery, and perhaps because…
Entry #253, Gaskin ARK 301524. Gess seems more anxious than normal. Jimmy, Marilyn, and Edgar seem particularly sensitive towards them. Signing off. – Hello? Is this still…
The desk was mahogany and varnished to the point where I could see the outline of my head. It had clearly come from some factory or other, probably…
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…
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