Entries from a Werewolf Lover's Diary_Acquired Daughter_A Picture Worth A Thousand Words_Sweet R
Catalog Guide:
Entries from a Werewolf Lover's Diary
June 19, 2240Three days after.Our town is hollow, lost without the soft music of the werewolves' howls, some of which were yours. We're not allowed to say it anymore, but we loved those howls. Every night, we were frozen with anticipation, waiting for the sweet melody to sing us to sleep. Every morning, we mourned its loss. Now that the howls are no longer, the town is like it was the minutes before the howling started. Numb, unsure, and worried. We are always worried.We'd known that the zombies would come. We'd known we couldn't always live as we did. But we hadn't known this enough because w...
Acquired Daughter
Note: refers to sexual violence, suicide, mental health issues, and contains normally explicit language but no explicit descriptions of sex or violence.Acquired Daughter“Nice day for skipping school.”“I am not skipping school.” “So, why’d you hike all the way up here instead of joining the gathering behind the amphitheater fogging away this fine Friday afternoon?”“I’m Rhona. You didn’t ask. Why are you here?”“I teach at the college. I come here Fridays because it’s high up. I’m into views and swings and drinking bad wine and reveling in solitude after vegetating in a library all week with asso...
A Picture Worth A Thousand Words
Between the narrow slivers of sunlight at dawn and the hazy feel of the old apartment, Saki looked up at the decorative glass board. Perched neatly between her broken-down twin size bed and rustic vanity, it almost always felt out of place. She glanced over at her digital alarm clock, wiping away a layer of constant dust with her indexwww.onedoor.cc finger. 6:59. One minute remaining. As if anticipating her arrival, the clock rang on cue and Saki looked up. Small holographic displays popped up throughout the board, filling it with radiant beams of blue and white. She examined the board closer. Finish art pr...
Sweet Revenge
1、It was a bitter, cold night. The bark of the trees in the Cursed Forest twisted this way and that, like long thick stems of black licorice. Their tops, although not top-heavy with leaves, curved downward. It was called the Cursed Forest, based on the fact it was devoid of all life. Not a single green leaf or a green slip of grass ever grew. The Cursed Forest was no place for a child, yet two little kids, a boy and a girl, tried the best they could to keep warm. Two twigs lay on the ground in front of them as a witness of their failure to start a fire. The boy and girl huddled together, rubbi...