This is one of my latest writing memes/sketches. I’ve been doing a lot of digital art lately, mainly because I’ve chosen to prioritize finishing my novel for now, and my ipad is much easier to whip out on a whim than my photography gear is. I will be getting back to microfiction (vss365, I miss you) and photography soon…but until I type the words “THE END”, it’s going to be a little sporadic.
For now, my focus is on listening to the angel on the left.
It was fun while it lasted. He did get to marry the princess, but then the paperwork started coming in. Treaties. Declarations. Sign this, sign that. Frogs never got this sort of harassment. He was done princing around.
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His glasses didn’t work on the fourth dimension. The dead were still blurry. Their movements were indivisible, their voices like static in a blender. If he’d had better glasses, he wouldn’t have stepped into the road that day. Boom. Glittering. Then clarity.
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The journal entry is dated for tomorrow. It’s my own handwriting.
‘He’s not who he says he is. Run.’
The sound of the front door creaking open. Footsteps. He’s home.
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