He feels nervous about going out. It took only one day to recover from his injury, but several months to muster enough courage to step out of his room. His robes have ridiculously long sleeves that cover his hands, and a winding sash that coils thrice around the torso. Hadrian prefers loose pants for his legs to move freely, but also because the robes impart a flavor that is too effeminate and rich for his taste. He grew up in the streets and he was good at fighting.
[Short story] Hadrian the Bandit
[Short story] Thyme
Here’s a completely mundane story about the time Teresa made tea from thyme.
[Short story] Ladders
Content Warning: Suicide
[Short Story] Grocery Store Parenting
Today I just witnessed something incredible.
[Short story] To Choose Hell
Light spreads all around. I look at my hands, then at the people surrounding me, and notice there are no shadows. So, this is what my skin color looks like. Everyone is naked, each one the same silhouette when compared to the light. Instinctively everyone gravitates towards a spot. Their legs walk, but there is no distinguishable floor. I head to a random direction, and after some time I stand still. As I look around, I assume that we have formed a perfect circle, infinitely huge. I can see a line of humans across from me, far in distance yet clearly defined in my vision. The line, wobbly and diverse, containing different heights and genders, extends beyond either side, slowly curving into the section where I stand, and beyond myself the line rejoins from where my eye had first wandered.
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