Posts by Atlas Weyland Eden
Hot Chocolate
The chocolate shop was turquoise,
And the windows were filled with skulls.
Three Hares
One hare, black
Black as soot
Black as moor in looming night …
The Shifter
In the cold noon of the beginning, the shifter danced. He danced and fluttered and slithered and strolled, with feet of a thousand shapes. For in the shifter was every beast and creature that ever was, or could ever be.
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