Tag: fantasy
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They Knew We’d Come Back

At the edge of an epoch, they walked through memory. The girl wore a thread like a question. The man, a history undone. They didn’t find a future. They didn’t even return. They remembered forward—into something vast and ending. This was not survival. This was witness.
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The Infinite Ship. 001

This is a ship. You’ve seen it before— not quite like this. 500 words. Same start. Same end. The middle slips. The tide returns. And still it sails.
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Where Did the Water Go?

Two castaways drift across a world of endless sea, chasing the ghost of a forgotten past. But when birds fall from the sky and dolphins guide them beneath the waves, they stumble into something far older than memory. Time doesn’t move forward here—it circles, waits… and watches.
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The Core of Dave

You followed the thread, thinking it was yours. But down here — at the core — you find someone else waiting. Three selves. One wound. And you, holding what none of them could. This isn’t about fixing. It’s about witnessing. And when the laughter finally comes… it’s not relief. It’s recognition.
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One of Those Threads

You step through the portal. The room looks the same — but isn’t. Dave’s already there. So is Dave. They argue about spores, tea, and who’s real. The thread doesn’t care. It leads you to something vast. A tree made of light. Something inside it is broken. You pull. And the world forgets which way…
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The Forgotten Bloom.

A threadwalker arrives in the Bloom — a world of fungal towers, green mist, and quiet rules that don’t quite fit. What begins as simple exploration shifts into something stranger, as keys reveal themselves, portals wake, and a sudden pull sets the path forward.
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Echo Run

The fog thickens. The thread pulls tighter. On the far side of a fractured world, she comes face-to-face with the one version of herself she never wanted to meet—the one that stopped feeling. To break through, she won’t just need strength. She’ll need defiance. And maybe, just maybe, a little understanding.
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Encounters in the Dying Forest

After the collapse, only rot remains. The thread pulls forward, but belief unravels. In the silence, something watches—and not all who walk will return whole.

