Elsa Russo

Joined November 2020

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The Secret of the Insidious Blogger
"WAKE UP GODDAMNIT!" I jerked awake with a shout of my own. I had fallen asleep at the desk waiting for the glue to dry on the unicorn's head.
By Elsa Russo5 years ago in Futurism
The Problem of the Lurking Pelican
I had eaten well. I had a glass of milk with dinner. I was now sipping whiskey in between applying glue to the ragged edges of porcelain before me. I had nearly reconstructed the head.
By Elsa Russo5 years ago in Futurism
The Tragedy of the Part-Time Bookshelf
I walked through the front door and my foot hit a book. It was face down in the hallway. "What happened here?" I wondered aloud.
By Elsa Russo5 years ago in Futurism
The Murder of the Unexpected Unicorn
In the middle of the sidewalk were shards of painted porcelain that had once been a unicorn. I only knew this because the horn was still intact and teetering on the edge of the gutter. Also, I had memorized the patterns of almost every unicorn in Moth's shop. This unicorn was one of the prettier ones. The hooves had been painted a delicate silver. The mane was white and tinged with the same silver. And there were dark purple ribbons in the mane that streamed out from it's head. It was positioned like it was galloping across some untold fairy land where unicorns still lived in peace. This one was third from the right. Meaning it was third that Moth had ever bought.
By Elsa Russo5 years ago in Futurism
Getting Drunk at the Last Supper
Imagine, we are time travelers Sent to the upper room where the last supper is held Invisible to everyone but the son of God
By Elsa Russo5 years ago in Poets