Archive - 𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠

December 2024

In our village, the custom was to float all problems down the river.

Dec 28, 2024

＃１０７ ▪ With Love

We did what any self-respecting intergalactic civilization would do — sent a robot first.

Dec 25, 2024

“Listen,” I told him.

Dec 21, 2024

“I harbor talion hope—vengeful hope."

Dec 17, 2024

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Dec 14, 2024

There is a small red light in the crook of the zigzag suspension bridge across the river, two zigs and one zag to the main white angular construct...

Dec 10, 2024

My depths contain no leviathan—for they are one. I am within their gut.

Dec 7, 2024

Harrow Sally pinches carburettors in the night and sells them to fund breast cancer research.

Dec 5, 2024

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