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The sweet, yet melancholic tune filled the room. It wasnβt loud; it just had an intense and emotional presence. The sun was barely starting to make its beams radiate over…
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Vulnerability - the sensation: Iβm in a brawl. Many people are fighting at once. I feel punches and kicks hit me, but I donβt know exactly who hits me or…
The Art of Doing Nothing (and Failing at It)
Iβve recently decided to master the noble art of doing nothing. Unfortunately, it turns out Iβm terrible at it. Every time I sit down to βrelax,β I remember a dozen…
Silence 101
Good evening, dear listeners, you tuned into JW Eirdflower FM, though the FM doesnβt stand for anything itβs simply there to show that I am broadcasting somewhere, to anyoneβ¦ it…
The Ballad of Georgie Audun
Georgie Audun loved a girl. Oh, how he loved her. So deeply, so profoundly, so unlike any love before that he was paralysed by its immensity. He loved her so…
When Both Our Cars Collide
Her Story: Her book reads like a literary gothic with streaks of magical realism. She is the kind of character who walks through life seeing not just the surface, but…
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[The Final Mistake]
(or: βWhat Happens When You Ignore Absolutely Everyoneβs Advice, Including Your Own Internal Narrator, Who Frankly Deserves a Raise.β) Ah. There it is. The door. Youβre standing in front of…
What We Were vs What We Were Not
We were constellation logicβ Fire and air and steel and storm, A promise whispered by our stars To ignite and rebuild something more. We were blueprint loversβ The kind they…
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[The Urn With Your Name On It]
(And Other Minor Inconveniences) Ah, there you are. Finally. Took you long enough. Honestly, I was beginning to think youβd wandered off to the interactive βDress Like a Roman Centurion!β…
The Bunny Lamp That Sees Into Your Soul
You ever walk into a room and feel like youβve just interrupted something? Like the furniture was whispering secrets, the coat rack knows too much, and the lampβ¦ judges you?…
Mandy and Francis
I sat on the carpet near his lazy-boy. He always told me his most personal truths in this position. Either looking down at me as I sat at his feet.…
The Survivor in the Stump
Somewhere between the quiet hum of summer and the whisper of the wind through the leaves, I stumbled upon a story carved into woodβa tree stump, but not quite a…