HeyJaredThe Lustral Symphony
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- Sep 18, 2026
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Ever Elsewhere (opens the original)
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Never the sea. Never the land.Not even the damn beach, nor this fucking bitch.Just some driftwood that has known both worlds and can’t decide where it belongs. Washed ashore once and gone again with the tide and comes and goes between the rough skinsand and the salty tearswater. Too much of one world to belong to the other, yet too little of itself to know its place.From a seed, to a tree, to a mere drifting log. Adrift and immuredThe only constant is change, they say, which is true, they say. H
papercut (opens the original)
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a mere instantand you were theremyself,without the shelluncorrupted, carmine redescaping lavishlyunto the pagea flag of wisdommonochromeladen, bathedin crimson shadeanother mistakeit must bewhy would I let itget to thissmall, tender openingshould it ever stop?flow, pour,myself amidst the wordstruths untolddwell insideswayingon this scarlet roadit stung thenit stings nowwill it stingtil there is nothing leftits t
Nobody loves a witch (opens the original)
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Is it time for tradition? Or is it time for fanfiction?Are you a purist, or do you like it when other writers expand on an established, canonical tale? Think what the What If… series is for the MCU. Think what 50 Shades of Grey is to Twilight. Think what Pride and Prejudice and Zombies is to Pride and Prejudice. Sometimes it’s just someone who looked at an already established story and thought:“Ok yeah, cool. But what if I told it differently? After all, I might be a better writer.” Or the class
The Theater in the Mind (opens the original)
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ACT I - THE NOISEANCIENT REPTILIAN BRAIN:No. Don’t. You know where this goes. You start remembering… the music.That’s the problem. You forget the years. You forget the exhaustion, the dismissal, the rejection, the trying with everything you have to make something happen. You forget sitting there, wondering what all of it was supposed to become. You only remember the good part, and then you start thinking that maybe you should try again.No.You’ve already done this. <br
Noctivagance (opens the original)
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Like a boat, lost at seaThree years later, I still remember her fondlyThat one night when it all came outEvery fear, despair, abandonment, and follyExpelled from me, in a desperate boutwith no sails, not a breezeDistraught, I wept beneath the moonI wailed for an answer in the nightMy rage, in my throat, like a typhoonNow free from the throes of daylightI am drifting cold watersHow many efforts and sacrificesWere lost to such crippling fea
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