Shruggabug's Literatures
John Carrion is born small on a time in the in between, filled with lightning.
From: Otousan | Bring back something cool?
To begin with:
Mushrooms are not plants.
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.
And the streets are cold, and the streets are empty.
And through you wander.
Who are you, Astrid Barnes?
It's a box, and you cannot escape.
It takes two days for Hirai to sit down, place her head in her hands, and start to sob.
I drew you the other day.
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.
implied blood / gore
In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Breathe.