figments
Cavehall was dark and sprawling, the blue buttons on its walls twinkling with mischief like stars, or, perhaps, the eyes of ghosts. They had been exploring it for…
The Universe is a drop of rain. I watch it slither down the windowpane, writhing and wriggling slowly. Little water people on the little water droplet shriek in…
Four-million, five hundred forty thousand, three hundred two. I think the scariest it got was right after I died. Don’t get me wrong, the moments right before were…
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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…
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