Dear Inigo, Since you were gone for the night, we visited Papa for a few hours today. Just for a few stories and flowers, then I brought Mima across town. She is only there because you would never permit

Take a deep breath. The world is spinning so fast, almost like it's going to topple off its axis, tumble off the table, and crash into a thousand tiny pieces - you know this. You can feel every wobble,

once again, here's a cute little original work that i submitted for a publication, copyright to me -please do not steal or republish without permission. hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing

A piece for an LGBT support zine, because everyone deserves to be loved. copyright potatoturtle. enjoy!! nothing ever meant to be I. mama says jesus is watching, eyes on flower-patterned tabletop, on empty

hi steemians! enjoy this cool short story, filled with details and suspense - 300 word short story initiated by @swissclive, enjoy!! Word Count: 297 By god, it was so dark. The ink didn't burn well, and

Sometimes I feel unproductive. Like, there are seventeen year old CEOs and nine year old Math geniuses and two sisters who sent a weather balloon into space and here I am, squatting in front of an electric

for the contest!! yay Quiet contemplation in humanities surround screeching silence upward rising with the falling of the ground Cold and reverberating shivers sweat and icy palms chills from spine to

somewhere, there is light that has lived for twelve daybreaks and dies in a gasp. there is a child whom the moon lends a ray of light but never gets home. there is a flower whose petals hold the voice

here's a little thing i cobbled together on photoshop! please do not copy, steal, or repost without permission :)) love watermark.jpg

hello!!! I'm Pau!! I'm a potato from the Philippines, where everything is melting and burning and falling to ash. I have weird thoughts while walking down corridors, my brother plays Imagine Dragons too