Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 18 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… While I was lost in those (not) thoughts, the bus stopped, and someone else got on. Someone tall and thin, carrying some sort of stick or cane. They had a thick mane of hair, the…
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Today I have done something almost unprecedented! I bought flowers for my garden and planted them all in one day! Happy gardening!
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 17 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And when the sun-dazzle cleared from my eyes I was standing on top of my stool again, in the workroom. My nose was again inches from the clay surface, and the upper-left corner was now…
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Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 16 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… But then I came around the screens to where my tablet was and found Elka still there, hunched and sitting on my stool, and staring up at the great slab of a thing. “There’s hole…
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Always pretty. Love you.
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 15 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… The air seemed clean and new, but I was afraid that if I breathed in too deep I’d smell the salt and some indefinable darkness hiding underneath. We’d seen something rushing by in the rain. …
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