"It is clear to me now that, owing to my unbounded vanity and to the high standard I set for myself, I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone."
-Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground.
Good news, everyone! I finally figured out how to indent text. I've got some other things to upload and write first, but all stories from now on will include it, and I'll go back to add it to others later. I'm also working on a way to switch between light and dark mode, but that'll take a while longer.
Please be aware that many of my stories contain horror elements! Including those below!
The last time our kids were with their real parents was at the mall.
Read "Replacements" here!
The bone, under the flesh of the face— shaping the way that it stretches, bending it and keeping it taut in some places, making it slack and hang sagging in others, covering the skull in a kind of veil— mostly hidden, but shaping the folds.
Read "My Face" here!
“Well, if you aren’t going to tell me, I guess I’ll go see,” I said, looking forward to this memory-lost childhood activity.
Read "It's Nice To Be Back Home" here!
My newest story: A Stuffed Nightingale
Currently writing: She Hides Her Face Behind Flowers.