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The Door That Remembered Rain (Episode 1)

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September 17, 2025

They say doors forget faces.Ours remembers rain. It was late September. The city had gone cruel. The sky hung low, swollen and purple, like it might finally confess what it had swallowed all summer. The wind bit skin and bone. I hadn’t written in days. Moon slept across my chest—a…
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Ghostmilk

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September 3, 2025

Moonlight is a lie you want to believe.Too clean. Too quiet. Too still.It spills like glass over graves and gutters,whispers like someone you thought was dead. It doesn’t warm. It watches.Knows your name but won’t say it.Makes the night beautiful in the way a knife is—precise, cold, intimate. You stand…
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The Cat Who Hates Summer

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July 6, 2025

Summer arrived like an uninvited guest – loud, sweaty, dramatic. And Montybear is not impressed. She despises the heat. Loathes it, in fact. Sunbeams? No thank you. Balmy breezes? Offensive. Humidity? A personal attack. While other cats might stretch out in golden rays like it’s some luxury retreat, Monty stalks…
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Lifetimes of You

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June 17, 2025

Some loves don’t end. They smolder underground, slipping between lifetimes, disguised as war, myth, or memory. This one came clawing through the veil — and I let it in. Again. The cord between us never snapped. It slipped beneath the world, threaded through centuries like a buried vein — silver,…
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The Discipline of Doing Nothing

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June 15, 2025

Sunday evening slides in like a whisper behind your back—gentle at first, then suddenly dense, like velvet drawn over the sky.The garden has turned quiet and gold-tipped, the kind of light that feels borrowed from a dream you once had but can’t quite name. Montybear is draped in her throne—her…
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I write stories — the kind that come from watching the world a little too closely. Sometimes it’s about places, sometimes it’s about people, but it’s always about life, raw and unfiltered.

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