shallon gregerson
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I conspire, create and love making my mind think
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Between the 7 and 8
The discrepancy begins with the number seven. Calder notices it at 6:59 a.m., though later he will doubt the accuracy of that recollection, because certainty requires numerical trust, and numerical trust is precisely what has begun to erode.
By shallon gregersona day ago in Fiction
Pending
Pending… Please Hold… There is no department officially responsible for waiting, yet it governs nearly everything. No one votes for it. No one studies it in school. No child says they want to grow up and participate in it. Still, waiting organizes modern life more reliably than law or tradition. It distributes attention, determines access, and quietly decides whose time matters.
By shallon gregersona day ago in Humans
The Sixth Seed
No one remembers who counted the seeds. They remember the number, of course. They always remember the number. Six. Sometimes four, sometimes seven, depending on who is telling it and how much time has passed since hunger became allegory. But the counting itself—the moment when a mouth closed, when sweetness broke, when something irrevocable happened—that part is never given a witness.
By shallon gregerson24 days ago in Fiction
