fiction

Dark spooky tunnel with low dim orange lights

The Janitor

“P-please….” Its voice was garbled. As its mouth opened, the janitor could see eyes grafted to the inside of its cheeks. “They have no...
Wildflowers
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Wildflowers

The roses were decaying, petal by petal. Green leaves overtaken by patches and mottling spasms of brown and grey. The edges and undersides crinkling...