not much changes, even if there is an after. (spoilers for the finale because this is a post-canon work where the premise itself is a spoiler)

readings: essays & articles

tsv hole fangod collection, discord screenshots, october 2024

Title: Archival Entry #476

[The following is a digitised annotated script of what appears to be a guided sleep meditation podcast. However, no supporting records of the podcast have been found to date. The archival staff theorise that the original document is an unpublished manuscript rather than a transcript as the implied existence of eleven prior episodes remain unsubstantiated save for rumours of a defunct website. The anonymously submitted script was typed and printed, with handwritten annotations in the margins. When digitising this script, the lengthy annotations were converted into footnotes.]

inspired by @suncaptor 's uquiz

can be read in a few ways

[edited and reposted]

This poem comes in three columns and three rows. The middle row is not divided into columns, and serves to divide the columned parts. The poem can be read both by columns and rows. I couldn't figure out how to transcribe this so I have done two possible readings of this poem, first by column (excluding the divider row "before the silence catches..."), then by row.

~40 pages of something between a digital zine and an annotated research scrapbook on the concept of heart transplantation and the cultural perceptions surrounding it, entitled Change of Heart.

Made this in 2022 for class but Heyzine deletes your zines if they are not viewed in a year so I'm posting it for more people to see!

Write a rhyming poem about what bothered you the most today.

Traveling across time to me, a message lost unwittingly. Ten days it says upon my screen, yet I would rather destroy my spleen.

31st May Tis the day she wrote to say something important, something awaited Yet only this app made it so unexpected.

Today is 10 June it says on my screen, ten’s how long her message had went unseen. I sigh, I can’t deny. A double quotation: Tis the icon of my notification.

Suddenly, apparently, unabashedly, The late alert flew fast to me “Hangouts” I spit, with venom in tongue, How I wished it a neck so I could have it wrung.

when I walk into my kitchen I still glance twice at the spot I imagined this to be

Sunlight

[Creative writing exercise, fiction, originally written 2021, edited for posting.]

"Rings and rings of flowers, Circle ‘round and spun! Quiet are the sun-sick, Gazing at the sun.

Hush! In the dark, Lest the light creeps in And shimmer and spark, Like needles through skin.

Children of the night, Beware and shun The golden of the sun, As it'll take just once.

Rings and rings of flowers, Though alive there are none. For those who see in day-light Are fore’er undone."

Sunlight, undated. Excerpt from The Catalogue of Extant Children’s Rhymes.

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A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice. 

Please note the calm looking fawn.

It’s mother has most likely used the fake deer as cover for the fawn to sleep near. I’ve personally witnessed a doe direct a fawn to lay in a patch of tall weeds and go lay on a hill where she could see me and the tall patch of weeds. That’s what they do, find something bigger than the fawn to sleep near so they’re hidden while they sleep.

This isn’t a sad child looking for something mother-like, this is a kid getting put to bed.

so the mom just managed to find the most haunting large object behind which to hide a child

@deerstar4 too good to be banished to the tags

was reminded I have this unposted

two bros stranded by the rain, sharing one umbrella because they only have one (of course)

alternate ending