Nicole’s shoes splashed messily into the puddle, her legs pumping as she propelled herself forward, forward, forward. The pack by her side swung innocently, showing no indication of the immense amount of items it was able to carry and mistake for weightless. Her jaw was set, and her face turned towards the sky, tracing the arcing crystalline colors with her finger.

She was close enough now, s...

She opened her eyes, though the lashes weren’t there, she couldn’t tell. In your dreams, all is normal. Or at least, in hers. She wonders, sometimes, casting around the murky and slippery logic, trying to pin it down, to explain it, to see how it would compare to other ways it was transcribed. When she did, however, and she came out of her creative daze, she hadn’t written words.

She’d drawn a tre...

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She nodded, slipping under notice as she so often did, a shadow in this monster’s plush home. She smiled mindlessly as she set the tray on the table, delicately indulging in the idea they all held of her. Human, weak, stupid. She had two arms, two eyes, thin wheat-colored hair, and an inferior mind. They would never guess what she’d done this m...

I float.

Above, above, above,

Out of my body

Sometimes I forget that the words have to have thoughts behind them,

that they won’t just burble out in neat, cursive lines

I wish I could be floating,

not here in my body.

Not here,

picked over by the vultures of scorching desert eyes

Not here, grappling with the unruly concepts

that refuse to be harnessed into real words.

words that are understood...

Wanda groaned as Poppy tugged on her sleeve, dragging her through the trees. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” She hadn’t been out for ages, longer than she could remember. She kicked at the leaf mulch with a frown.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” cheered Poppy, “Don’t be a grumpy Gus.”

This Gus guy seems to have the right idea, groused Wanda to herself, but she let herself be pulled towards the t...

Terri shivered, turning to look back at the entrance. “Jim?” they called nervously, and their voice echoed in the tight, damp tunnel. “I don’t…I don’t feel good about this.” They didn’t have to explain why; they’d made it clear that while they didn’t exactly believe in ghosts, they didn’t like poking at things for no reason. Why tempt fate?

“You don’t have to come, but I’m sure she’s down here,” h...

the wooden lid slamming shut on their jar,

the door judders with the force of an unsteady hand

their legs betray them,

collapsing to the ground under the crushing weight of panic

their ears ring, deafened by the noise of a screaming mind

heknowsheknowsheknows

they force their eyes upwards,

meeting those of the stranger in the mirror

that can’t be me,

they have a costume,

they have a direction...