Category: Fiction

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The musicians tune their instruments to call in the cows. The usual sounds of morning in the city. Voices of violins clear their throats in

AITA for telling my genetic double she can’t be transgender? EmeraldEmpress123 • 3 months ago Burner account because I don’t want anyone I know to

Your children love you. They cry as you leave with promises of souvenirs. You need to catch your flight. Ah, but their runny faces as

The doll did not remember when it had first realized that other people’s eyes were watching its eyes and that they would know what it

The tourist was screaming, “Κill me so I suffer no more” in the middle of the agora. Morning was early; the poor souls in the

Crècheships weren’t built to withstand the forces at play during a planetary landing. They were solely designed as engines of eternal warfare, meant to slip

Her name was Deb (Miss Debbie to the staff), but everyone at SALON LA BELLE called her Clockwork, a covert nickname one of the children

The first time I saw you, you laced up your skates, adjusted your knee mods, and I was just another unremarkable face as you fluttered

It was a hard winter, and the cold had seeped deep into the wood of my cabin, the crisp air impossible to warm no matter