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…
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…
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