// fiction is to remain fiction //
A collaboration of twenty on a very special topic! Enjoy!
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me.' What happens when this is refuted? (My first story on this platform! <3)
Characters composed in shades of laughter and love.
‘ [...] Warm red links frozen deeply ’
I shall probably regret this
Empathy is dying out. A poem inspired by the prompt.
This is a collaboration not for the faint. (Part 1)
Nightshade is beautiful. But it's poison. Just like the boy who broke your heart.*Edited*
// analysis of // clockwork // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-clockwork-/ //
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
'Never mistake my silence for weakness. No one plans a murder out loud.' When the line blurs between reality and make-believe, what happens next? (Final part! <3)
Welcome to my gallery
My sculpture museum
of all the retired images I once
had to be.
for when your words come out all knotted
// the valve for the composition of my thoughts has been irreversibly opened //
// is this attraction or rather infatuation? //
For it is a constant battle with the writer.