Fox in the hen-house. Commotion. Anxiety. Olfactory fear. Through much ruffling of feathers and confusion, the smooth bass voice of the fox stills everything: “I have not come here to eat, to kill, nor to steal.” Blink-blink. 830 more words
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I shouldn’t be allowed to watch anything involving crime drama/mystery/basically anything cool or potentially mind-blowing. Why? Because I get too involved and my imagination runs wild with theories like an unbridled pony down an undiscovered beach except this particular pony never stops or sleeps at night because all it does is think excitedly about possible conclusions. 545 more words
”Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except the bull-fighters.”
We look differently at an object that belongs to someone we know. Both familiar and unknown, it opens space for greater intimacy and identification- stepping foot into a soil that you had known existed for ages, inhaling its distinct smell. 1,271 more words
This post contains mild spoilers about some of the books mentioned.
One type of metafiction is that in which the protagonist seeking to escape the real world, consciously imagines a world into being and lives within this fictional universe of their creation.The real and fictional worlds of the character overlap and blur. 562 more words