She awoke in a room abandoned by man, cold sunlight streaming through the windows, flesh dimpled from the cruel kisses of the wind.
A broken thing in the foetal position, 242 more words
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My friend Doble and I are collaborating on a fairytale. And by “are” I mean “were when right out of college, then she left the country to get her masters and we put it on pause, now she’s back and we’re starting it up again, but soon she’ll be leaving to get a doctorate and who knows.” It’s just for fun for us, but involves classic, modern, and lesser-known fairytales, fables, and mythology. 193 more words