Fantasy
Imaginative scenarios, supernatural encounters, dream worlds
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Why Did You Leave the Cork on the Nightstand?
The humidity in the barrel room was exactly seventy-two percent, perfect for aging oak and the way her sweat didn't evaporate.
Heavy Light
His hand caught my waist, and the static between us didn't just crackle; it rearranged the molecules of the overpriced chardonnay in my other hand.
Crazing
Her laughter had the texture of expensive stationery—heavy, slightly abrasive, and hinting at a message I wasn't quite ready to decode.
—but the rain hasn't stopped since Tuesday
I touched the copper rim of the basin and felt a spark jump all the way to my tailbone, sharp as a needle.
June 14th, 10:22 PM
She stood in the center of my studio, a spill of silver light against the rough cedar walls, looking like something I’d have to shoot my way out of.
I Thought You Hated These Parties
I can feel the exact moment the ice hit your tongue because my own mouth suddenly tastes like bitter gin and cold iron.
The Nicked Edge of a Silver Flask
She didn’t just sing; she pulled the oxygen out of the room and replaced it with something that tasted like copper and old secrets.
I Still Have the Contact Sheets
She stood there in that ridiculous desert light, smelling like expensive sage and cheap gin, waiting for me to fail at being professional.