There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

its good short few pages

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Rain, starting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

kind of mythopoesis

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Better Lift

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

IWGD

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really i want the internet

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.