figments
Can I tell you a story? – When I was young, I thought everyone was like me. I thought everyone could feel these things, and they just weren’t…
Content note: violence He tapped his nails against the windowsill. Or were they claws now? More than likely. Snow was falling outside without a hint of wind to…
The summer Zora turns 25, she’s finally instructed to destroy her family’s livelihood. The order — it helps to call it an order — comes like most things…
The old barn on the outskirts of town has long been abandoned, but tonight light shines through the slats of its walls and the bustle of a small…
Content note: suicidal ideation Dear Laura, Do you think it is more unpleasant to/Would you rather burn to death or drown? Warm tendrils licking at your fingers, suckling…
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