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A thread unfurling
The first accursed vibration resonates through me, causing my flower’s petals to bounce and sway precariously as they take in the shock. Plop. A tremor runs up my legs, and I struggle to stay put as I sway back and forth. Plop. Another drop descends almost directly upon me, and a shiver racks my body. I flutter my wings and half-fly, half-fall towards the nearest patch of undergrowth. I hear the pounding up above, beading and reaching past the shady foliage that protects me. After several feverish hours, the pour abates. In the storm's wake, the occasional droplet plummets to the earth, alone....
Holding
He wakes up in an empty bed. A pang of hollowness stabs him. It will take a long time before he’s used to this, the raw ache of missing. It’s a familiar feeling. It feels like losing a limb. For a minute he lies there, crushed by the weight of a thousand empty mornings stretching out before him. He doesn’t want to get out of bed, to face the loneliness of the future that yawns like a gaping mouth. How can he bring himself to move forward into a world without her? He will not think of the future. Not yet. Today is for remembering. He forces himself out of bed. The void where she should have be...
De-Isolation
TW: Mentions of physical abuse, mental health“Well, well, well, look who’s back. How was your little vacation?”“You are a horrible person, Wyn.”“Wow, so much hostility, Jaylen. What did I ever do to you?”“Don’t play that game with me. Do you have any idea how dark the basement is? Your stupid dad locked me in there for five hours.”“Hey, do not call my father stupid. Do you want me to get him again? Or should I just show your mother the photos I took?”“I knew it was you. I knew it. How did you even get those?”“I just followed the smell of witchcraft and it led me to you and your little coven.”“...
Corday
There are clouds gathering on the horizon, pregnant with the long awaited rain. Above, in the azure sky, the sun beats down, bright, sharp, and unforgiving. The air itself is hazy, thick, a miasma of heat and dust and tightly packed bodies. Sweat, the multi-scented sawww.onedoor.cclts from thousands of onlookers, clings to the nostrils and drips from perspiring brows. It sticks to the skin like bedclothes after a night of exertion, and yet you are almost thankful for its presence, its humane odor, for it serves, like lace bed sheets, to cover the rancid mattress underneath. And there is something there: som...