Shruggabug's Literatures


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Shruggabug
Published
1 year, 5 months ago
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1603

John Carrion is born small on a time in the in between, filled with lightning.

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Shruggabug
Published
2 years, 8 months ago
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802 2

From: Otousan | Bring back something cool?

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Shruggabug
Published
2 years, 8 months ago
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369

To begin with:

Mushrooms are not plants.

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Shruggabug
Published
2 years, 9 months ago
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2583 1

Back in high school, Medea had taken a creative writing course, and it had asked her a question.

What has your family taught you?

What, indeed.

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Shruggabug
Published
2 years, 10 months ago
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477

And the streets are cold, and the streets are empty.

And through you wander.

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 4 months ago
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2190

Who are you, Astrid Barnes?

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 5 months ago
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1220 1

Astrid is in love with Talia for four years but makes a compromise, and lies for more than half of that to instead adore her best friend's brother.

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 6 months ago
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584

It's a box, and you cannot escape.

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 7 months ago
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1749

It takes two days for Hirai to sit down, place her head in her hands, and start to sob.

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 7 months ago
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610

I drew you the other day.

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 7 months ago
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748

The clock stands tall and in the noise-dead life it tics and it tocs. A lonesome hiss in the wooded expanse, hiding from the outside with its terrible trance.

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Shruggabug
Published
3 years, 8 months ago
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949

implied blood / gore


In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Breathe.