Tag: eight
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“treasure trove” by Eight, 2022
These are the things I keep tuckedbeneath my ribcagethat the last remaining part that is humanin me tries to keep hidden – my anger at death is just longing indisguisesociety is too scared to let me havemy anger is really passionand fear (except for the dull ache that livesbeneath my bottom left rib) (he wants…
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Eight wrote this in 2022. It’s called “salome”.
my teen years taught me nothing of importance except how to write clear and deepabout what hurtsI’ve written enough by now to fill a small library, solook back with me – I prayed for an ideal in cold rooms and I still became the only one who couldsave me you look at me at my…
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The Art of Finding Ways (Or Making Them)
Hey, everyone! I’m currently writing on here as my love Hawthorne works on their story back East as a form of body doubling in spirit. I’m a bit tired and they’re Writer’s blocked to fuck, so knowing that the other is writing is helping both of us get shit done. I did similarly with Zelda…
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The Perils of Being Private
Hey, everyone. My name is Tamsin (he/him). I was recently dormant for around a year, and it seems that I have emerged in the midst of a cascading shitshow and frankly I’m annoyed at Eight. Allēna alluded to a PTSD attack of epic proportions yesterday, and that’s due to Eight going through a whole lot…
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Not Being The Hero
Hey, everyone. This is Fen. Today was difficult, there are no two ways about it. Eight was in front for most of it, and he started feeling really stressed out about all the shit he had to get done. So he started talking to Emerson’s attorney alter Castor dragged through the mud the other day…