Once the world was not
SO loud. I could think—Ding! Ding!
…what was I saying?
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The Cat, the Witch, and the Elusive Password
“Cattywampus catastrophe?” Inna Walword guessed, standing awkwardly in the narrow alleyway. The buildings here were made of stone, and all the buildings reached up to at least ten stories high. This made the alleyway seem much smaller than it actually was, but despite this and despite it being well after eleven at night, it felt cozy. Or at least as cozy as an alleyway could be.
By TK Cummings3 years ago in Fiction
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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WOW! Very amazing work!!