Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time - filled with thousands of old books you'll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
It may interest you to know that my mind is filled with words (and their long, long definitions) like this one. Or mellifluous, which means a sweet, pleasing sound. Or defenestration, which is the act of throwing someone out of a window.
Hence with so much trash, it is, of course, necessary to get rid of some.
And here is the perfect place.
Want to ask me questions? See my behind the scenes? Even see my upcoming story sneak peeks?
Here you can request for a chapter read request as well as critique. There's even something better-talking to me about anything you want!