It wasn’t until the ARTWomb arrived on her doorstep that Sprocket started to think she could pull it off. She had the theory memorised, she had the… Read more “100% Organic”
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One for the little boy who lives down the lane
According to Centrelink records, my family doesn’t exist. According to the birth registry, my youngest brother doesn’t exist either. Philly was a home birth. Mum used to… Read more “One for the little boy who lives down the lane”
A human, a tiefling, and a fox fall down a well
“I wouldn’t mind being out of this fucking well.”
My Neighbour, the Cougher
It sounds like he’s trying to gargle with cats.
Lost in the Stars
Forget about the slow burn. I burn cold. I cannot sustain the heat of my big sisters and, after a few billion years, I will be cold,… Read more “Lost in the Stars”
