Author Archives: medleymisty

Edges For The Edge God

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

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Toomuch Notenough

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

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Hyphae

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

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Uncracked

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

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Tiny Knife Elephants

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.

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Caramel Centers

Hello, Anya. Today I went out to the tracks. I waited for a while, but no door ever appeared. Sometimes a train would come clanking down the tracks. I did not try to go through the trains, though. I don’t … Continue reading

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Black Hole

I opened the door. I am in the lobby. Taking out the trash. Waiting to see if everything is going to go wrong. I hope that if it does, the vase with the fake orchids gets smashed first.

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