Fancy Fiction

Don't look now. Keep her slumbering For years to come.

Ann Red

Nature is love.

It’s not about thinking with dick, it’s about thinking with your soul.

“The sun is honey as she struggles through the dense clouds with graceful exertion. My stones begin to glow, their auras beaming hues of their very own personal nature.

Ya get one

I’m ever-changing.

Another time, by accident, I fell into the shallow crick, only to discover it was infinite. I believe within the depths of that crick lie a home for demons and the unnatural. I swam for several hours, covered from hair to the tips of my sneakers in mud. It was easier to catch the cray fish this way.

I didn’t cry that one time because she was with me.