gothic prose
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Tonight at 7:15 p.m. CST someone passed away. They left a single rainbow and sun showers over the Texas Sky. Home. There was no thunder. No violent sky splitting itself open in grief. Just rain falling through sunlight, as if the heavens had forgotten they were supposed to choose between mourning and celebration. And then…
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Alice had been out of Wonderland for weeks before the first hint of the Queen found her. She wasn’t in a palace or garden anymore. She was on a cracked city sidewalk at dusk, watching the light fold into shadows the way corners do where truth hides. The world wasn’t magical now. It was just…
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I told them I wanted you to feel what you had put me through.Not to punish. Not to see you break. Just so, for a single fractured hour, you could look out of my eyes and know the rooms I learned to live inside. There is a particular cruelty to being moved through someone else’s…
