Category Archives: Emo Pistols
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
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.
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
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.
I am safe inside the walls, and the sun cannot get to me. Hello, Anya. Earlier today the computer chair was in shadow for a time, and I read your letter. I had to read it quickly and then get … Continue reading