"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively, Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I'd write to the point of suffocation.
I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I'd write about you a lot more than I should."
-Benedict Smith
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Stories by Blake97
An Outlived Dimension
When you end up in a familiar place, only for it to be foreign, designed to make you trip and stumble, to que...
A World I Thought Was Mine
Sarah's story is about a woman living a seemingly perfect life that is revealed to be a failing digital simul...
Jemma's Tears
Jemma hears what she desperately wants to hear, even though it never came from a being. She'll take what she...
