formerly Unreality on Cohost. short and microfiction account
it is a pillar of inspiration that transports your mind to fascinating worlds and fills you with wonder, intrigue, and awe.
(if you follow me and don't know uel's writing, then you're in for a treat)
it is a pillar of inspiration that transports your mind to fascinating worlds and fills you with wonder, intrigue, and awe.
(if you follow me and don't know uel's writing, then you're in for a treat)
🙏 You prostrated yourself 23 times
🎵 You harmonized with The Obelisk for 7,603 minutes
🙊 You revealed 16 secrets to the faithless
😭 You spent 7 hours sobbing during rehabilitation
🥉 Your strength of faith was in the top 94% of adherents! Uh-oh, you're on the List of Concerns!
🙏 You prostrated yourself 23 times
🎵 You harmonized with The Obelisk for 7,603 minutes
🙊 You revealed 16 secrets to the faithless
😭 You spent 7 hours sobbing during rehabilitation
🥉 Your strength of faith was in the top 94% of adherents! Uh-oh, you're on the List of Concerns!
it is tired. it is refreshed. it is taking root once more.
it is tired. it is refreshed. it is taking root once more.
hell.....yes
hell.....yes
your cola refresh your soul;
may your liquor last the night,
and water make you whole.
your cola refresh your soul;
may your liquor last the night,
and water make you whole.
You are filled with wonderous things
That no one will ever see
Unless you take a hammer
And mean it when you swing.
You are filled with wonderous things
That no one will ever see
Unless you take a hammer
And mean it when you swing.
SWORD IN HEART
SWORD IN HEART
"Well?" Caroline said with a Cheshire grin, "You were just singing about how sweet I am. Go on, keep crooning, babes."
"Well?" Caroline said with a Cheshire grin, "You were just singing about how sweet I am. Go on, keep crooning, babes."
it is a cylinder covered in perfect gold scales, the top of which is always just out of reach. peeling back a scale, flesh is visible beneath, bleeding and raw. blood flows out until the scale forcibly snaps back into place.
but it is too late. the gold is forever stained.
it is a cylinder covered in perfect gold scales, the top of which is always just out of reach. peeling back a scale, flesh is visible beneath, bleeding and raw. blood flows out until the scale forcibly snaps back into place.
but it is too late. the gold is forever stained.
[points to an obsidian tablet with an untranslateable language on one side and inlaid silver glyphs depicted ritualistic summoning and sacrifices on the other]
[points to an obsidian tablet with an untranslateable language on one side and inlaid silver glyphs depicted ritualistic summoning and sacrifices on the other]
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