Author Archives: medleymisty
I hate the taste of coffee. It smells nice. It smells like the silence of late afternoons with Sarah, when she sits at the table and drinks it and reads the newspaper while I sit on the couch and read … Continue reading
Hello, Anya. I see I have two letters from you. I am sorry for taking so long to reply. I am the Seth that went through the hole in the woods, and I am also the Seth who had to … Continue reading
Sometimes the human and I grow bored of mushrooms and bright blue liquid. We are looking at what appears to be a portal. Three glowing green lines run along the inside. The green glow pulses. The human says, “What do … Continue reading
Hello, Jasper. We are back in San Myshuno. I do not think I would like these stores that remain in Windenburg. I prefer the sorts of stores that aren’t there anymore when you come back a few days later with … Continue reading
Sometimes the human and I search for consciousnesses not our own. The human made this universe. It is a good universe. It has not yet melted into the black. It is small though, and very quiet. There are no voices … Continue reading
Hello Anya. I am glad to hear from you. I always enjoy your letters. I am sorry for the lives where you tried to find a door. I don’t imagine they were very pleasant. But at least the door eventually … Continue reading
Unzipping a canvas tent flap is not quite the same thing as opening stiff hotel curtains, but it’ll do. Hello, Jasper. I got your last letter just before Sarah and I left San Myshuno for three days in Granite Falls.