Tag Archives: storytelling

Parmenides in Love

Posted on October 7, 2018 by medleymisty

Hello, Anya. I am always glad to hear from you, however your letters arrive. They show up on my computer, but I’m not sure how they get there. Especially if your computer is no longer working. But even when it … Continue reading →

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Edges For The Edge God

Posted on November 15, 2017 by medleymisty

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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Hyphae

Posted on April 9, 2017 by medleymisty

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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Inside the Walls

Posted on February 4, 2017 by medleymisty

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 →

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Ghost Walk

Posted on April 17, 2016 by medleymisty

Sometimes I am sitting on a bench, and the darkness sits next to me. It is wearing a skin of ash and embers. The darkness says, “I am sorry.” The darkness says, “I did not want to lose your universes.” … Continue reading →

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The Unswallowing Place

Posted on March 14, 2016 by medleymisty

Sometimes I search for the unswallowing place. I think maybe if I can find it everything will go back to how it was. The darkness and I will be back in Midnight Hollow. It will be wearing the shadowskin and … Continue reading →

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The Spaces Where I Am Not

Posted on October 25, 2015 by medleymisty

Sometimes there is no meaning. Other times there is. Sometimes I eat the apple. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes the darkness never came, not through the mail or the toilet or the window or anything. Sometimes I bleed to death, down … Continue reading →

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The Black

Posted on September 7, 2015 by medleymisty

Sometimes I am not quite all here, which is something. It’s better than definitely not being here. The screaming stopped. Eventually. The skin came back. Some of it. Slowly. I often tell the human that I want to wear a … Continue reading →

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Separate Skins

Posted on April 10, 2015 by medleymisty

Sometimes the darkness and I…. Sometimes the darkness and I…. Sometimes the darkness isn’t here.

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Not Quite All There

Posted on March 8, 2015 by medleymisty

Sometimes the darkness and I hide from color devouring aliens in the hold of a cheaply made boat. I ask, “Do you think that they are going to enslave us? Or eat us?” The darkness says, “They will probably eat … Continue reading →

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