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In The Bones is a essay exploring the things that make us stand
To me, the word vertebrae sounds like blades. Each cylinder with its own dorsal shard to piece itself with the next... They would say my spine was sharp enough to cut, almost reptilian in its curve. It reminds me of how I wished that was true when C hugged me for the last time so that his palm would bleed and scar, and I could finally say I hurt him more.
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Love Songs is an experimental essay on the things we do in the dark
My fiberglass hips next to his tobacco built ship, with his broken glass hands that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and our wounds were so fresh we couldn’t tell them apart.
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Maple was a daily updated “Choose Your Own Adventure” crafted for Game Master Worlds. Readers helped Maple the squirrel take down the Chipmunk Mafia with only a rubber-band and thumbtack
There’s plenty of poetic things that one could say about fall giving way to winter. You could talk about the way orange, yellow, and red seems to melt into the soil. Sing a solemn lullaby to the moon as the sun surrenders its hours to longer nights. You could trace the last bear’s foot prints or catch the parting call of a migratory bird. Or, you could be like Maple. Hungry.
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Haunted Harbor is an Adventure Game Deck used by the Game Master Worlds team & is currently a Convention Exclusive
It was something about the salt. The way it coated your lashes like cavern crystals and cut across your face like razors. Maybe that’s what you really saw, a trick of the light against the granduals. Not a woman in white diving down the bow of the ship at the edge of the harbor.
You didn’t even see it come in. But the ancient and algae stained vessel seemed so much a part of the bay that you could have easily missed it.
You rub your eyes, feeling the dry salt sting your waterline. Squinting, you scan the vessel, trying to will yourself to see through the fog. Waiting for the lighthouse’s beam to break the mist feels like torture. But you needed some sort of confirmation, something to fight the darkness.