I’m standing in the skincare aisle like a normal person.I am not a normal person.I am holding a letter certified by the Local Goose Council and legally infused with Silly Goose Juice. The contents are unregulated.You may experience: mild emotional disobedience glitter-related side effects the sudden desire to honk when threatened I’ve slid it between… Continue reading The Letter Contained Juice and No Warnings
They’re not letters. Not really.They’re warnings. Or encouragement. Or leftovers from someone else’s spiral.Filed and Sealed in wax.Dropped where only the right kind of person will bother to look. Some are petty.Some are kind.Some were clearly written by a raccoon in emotional distress. If you find one, you’ll know.It might be tucked in your jacket… Continue reading Tiny Threats for People Who Deserve Worse
I think it started with the mushrooms.But maybe it started with me. He lives behind Bin Cluster 7.Walks upright. Carries a dinosaur ladle.Looks at me like I’m the strange one. I gave him a name Rupert von Bin because someone had to. I’ve watched him make soup from things that shouldn’t be soup.Mushrooms, mostly. Things… Continue reading The Bin, the Ladle, the Madness: Field Notes from a Feral Witness
Left in the party aisle because of course it was. Right on top of the red napkins, beside glittery birthday banners. A cursed little packet of non-celebration.Inside: a bunch of scraps. Like someone tore pieces out of a report they weren’t supposed to have in the first place. One’s handwritten in blue gel pen. One… Continue reading DO NOT RETURN
Stop looking. Stop asking questions. Stop trying. You don’t understand what you’re doing. Forget you saw it. Forget me. It’s the kind of letter you find and instantly feel like you weren’t supposed to. Like something terrible is about to unfold, and the first domino was you. But it’s too late now. I wrote it… Continue reading llll\
It starts with a name: Thomas. But by the time you’re halfway through the first paragraph, you start wondering if it’s really for him—or if you’re just the next unlucky soul to pick it up. The writer claims they didn’t want to send this. That they hesitated. That something is wrong. And by the time… Continue reading A Warning
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