Metafiction has always been a weird genre to me. While I certainly appreciate the appeal of deconstructing the things that have become ubiquitous in our media, too often it feels unearned, as if created under the assumption that self-awareness somehow granted immunity from criticism. 674 more words
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It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Unfortunately for Oliver, he had to spend that morning scrubbing the floors of the Fish N Stuff restaurant.
“Why do they have to drag us in so early?” he complained. 3,816 more words
Jersey followed the nightmare.
It was taking its time, strolling through alleyways and keeping to the shadows. Jersey used the feathers on her dreamcatcher net to carry her into the air, holding tight to the net’s staff-like handle until she could make it to the roof of a strip mall. 429 more words