Category: Mystical Sunday
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28 Sept: Mystical Sunday
The Jar-Keeper (A Six Sentence Story) She keeps them in mason jars — not the whole eyes, mais non, just their colours. Jar #1: hazel flecked with gold, stolen from a baker who smiled too wide.Jar #2: a pale blue like a winter promise, taken from the gaze of a woman who never blinked at…
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21 Sept: Mystical Sunday
An Old Hunger She watches the clouds —her grey wild horses.They snarl at rain,muscle the sky. A single flame wavers, left hand for memory,right hand for will.Intention.Intention.She pulls the darkest oneto her, andcalls it by name. Winter is long andits darkness is an old hunger, so she sits with it.Lets it drink from her tea.Lets…
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14 Sept: Mystical Sunday
Her Ink Bleeds (microdosing fiction in 50µg) Thunder never needsto shout,to linger.Some words roll lowfor days, lodgedand scrolled between yourribs and lung,until even your breath tastes of copper.The Old One knew this —she’d spent a lifetimecollecting echoesin inkwellsmade of hollowedbones. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT…
It's Still Life 