the wallpaper lies flat against the wall, fading into nothingness. there's an abstract mess of space on the wall from where pale lines have worn out. it's a warped pattern, stark details strong against a tabula rasa.
Flash Fiction July, 14 The bag of paint tubes rustles in my hand, a second bag with brushes and primer and varnish rattling on my wrist as I scrabble for the key. I've finally paid off the apartment, and I get to redecorate the entire place to my liking now. It's beautiful, but always been… Continue reading Abstraction
test the gate: locked. more than a simple lock-and-key, you have to answer three puzzles. one: you must create a myth. write it into earth on a fog-covered night. make it a story none has ever heard. two: replace your world with a week of inversions. begin this when the sky is at its reddest,… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 21 (locked)