Some might say she is a hoarder. But she doesn’t agree with such a characterization. She likes to characterize herself as a memory banker. Every single bit in her house, down to the straw, has an attached memory. She likes to make a lot of deposits. But she […]
Every year he stopped by the grave to share his secrets. Dead men tell no tales, supposedly. Although, the way everything was progressing they would soon be able to enact their own version of bringing Wesley back from the dead ala Princess Bride. He would bring his empty […]
As they neared the entrance to the tunnel she had this eerie sense of dejavu. She could taste the air and hear the wind. Meanwhile, her bones were acutely aware they had been here before. It was like this dream in which she had lived it all before. […]
That smell. That horrid smell. She couldn’t quite place it but it lingered. It was putrid. Revolting. Inescapable yet undetermined. Revolting. Amazing that something so horrific could be intertwined with such serenity and beauty. She would be in awe if it were not for how putrid it all […]
She had been working all morning. Well, it really wasn’t work. But it was. It was passion-filled work. She was quite fortunate. She had a great opportunity in life to receive visions and make them come to life. She couldn’t sleep all night so she toiled […]
She knew she had failed. It was a lost cause. Well, it was never meant to be found. There was never any light that could shine brightly enough to set a clear path. But now she had to push the reset button and figure out what to do […]
She was tired and hungry. Starving. She hadn’t eaten since the night before. She needed to keep reminding herself to take care of herself. She just got so involved in her tasks that she often forgot to eat. She just wanted to do a good job at work. […]
She thought about how tired she was. Although, she didn’t really need to dedicate much thought to that state of being. It was rote. It was just how things were. She needed to buy a few more items before she could head home to handle all the other […]
She sauntered into this wild museum on a happy note. She was singing some old song from over a 100 years ago. “Where do we go when we walk on light? Who do we call at the edge of night? Carry me close like the teardrops in […]
What a fantabulous night they just had. They all felt energized and ready for more. They had bonded. They had danced. They had captured bits of it on Snapchat. So ephemeral. They wanted more. Something tangible. They returned to the mansion seeking that something more. Not that any […]
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