Fear No Shadow_Cinder Rhythm_False Innocence_Just Desserts
Catalog Guide:
Fear No Shadow
Ignorance is the soil of lies, darkness nourishes the roots. -DadCurrently, Grumpkin didn’t have lips, but if he did, he would have licked them. All he had was eyes, and they narrowed on the plump object in the room. “When’s that blasted moon coming, I’m tired of being so flat. I wanna sink my teeth into one of these toys.” Phlegmdrake rolled his yellow eyes. “Remind me never to shadeskip with you again, you’ve got the patience of a piranha.”Grumpkin’s red eyes burned, turning the shadows under the little bed crimson. “I happen to be a very patient skipper, thank you very much. But look at all...
Cinder Rhythm
I love it. The scrape, scrape, scrape, scraaape of the metal pressing along the cinder. The plink, plink, plopwww.onedoor.cc of mortar from the trowel. I know what to do, plop, scraaape, pick up, place, plonk, scraaape away the mortar which seeps out from the pressure. My fingers feel like sediment, calloused from handling the cement. Sturdy, stuck, hard, callous. ---------Sally is dressed in a floral pinafore; the same one every day. The same look every day. She offers me a roll; I take and hmmm like every other day. I hear the plink, the plonk, the scraaape as she continues at the counter. The sound is co...
False Innocence
Human nature is to hide behind good deeds when in fact they may have done something bad before and are atoning for their wrongdoings. Such as someone on the road to redemption after thwarting someone they love. Making up for cheating while in a romantic relationship. Giving money away after being found guilty of financial crimes. There are many other instances whether big or small. Let’s look into a situation of someone trying to make amends for what they did. A woman in 1972 was caught by reports from concerned neighbors for engaging in strange rituals. Rosaline Sheridan believed in the old ...
Just Desserts
TW: Mentions of Abuse and DeathThe scent of strawberries and cooked sugar wafted through the air. Customers eagerly waited as Miss Flora set freshly made strawberry crepes out for display. They were absolutely gorgeous, the bright red berries and sweet cream cushioned in a golden brown crust. Miss Flora smoothed her apron and smiled at the crowd.“Alright dears,” she said cheerily, “Everyone wanting strawberry crepes can come forward!” People swarmed the counter, waving money in the air as they called for different desserts. Crepes, cupcakes, tarts, and pie slices flew into customers' hands as ...