SUNDAY.

I love you with the precision of science and the catastrophe of art.

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𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬.

The Appalachian woods await your arrival.

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The gravel road narrowed to little more than a pale ribbon beneath the heavy canopy of oaks and poplars, twisting deeper into the Appalachian hills than you’d expected it to go. By the time the farmhouse finally came into view, you’d almost convinced yourself you’d missed the turn and wandered too far into the mountains. 

It sat alone on a rise above the valley, weathered by years of rain, wind, and hard seasons. Thick ivy climbed the faded white siding and looped around the porch posts like fingers that had never quite let go. A broad wraparound porch enclosed the front of the house, its boards worn smooth by countless footsteps. Two rocking chairs rested near the door, moving faintly in the afternoon breeze though no one sat in them. 

You paused at the bottom of the steps and unfolded the letter again. 

For the fifth time that day, you checked the address, comparing the careful handwriting to the numbers nailed beside the front door. 

No mistake. 

This was the place. 

It’d seemed strange when the woman selling the books insisted you collect them in person. In her letter, she’d said she lived “a little ways back in the mountains,” and her directions had come by landmarks instead of roads and mile markers. You’d expected a small town, maybe a general store or a post office where the exchange could be made quickly without a fuss. 

Instead, you’d found an old farmhouse tucked away from the rest of the world. 

It wasn’t unfriendly. 

It wasn’t unwelcoming, either. 

It simply seemed to wait. 

A deep quiet settled over the property. No chickens scratched in the yard, no cattle moved in the fields, and no voices drifted from inside. Even the cicadas seemed to hush as you stood there. 

You drew in a slow breath, climbed the porch steps, and knocked. 

One moment passed. 

Then another. 

At last, the door opened with a soft creak. 

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"Well now,” said the young woman standing there, her smile easy and warm, “there you are, sugar.” 

She couldn’t have been much older than her mid-twenties. She wore a light cotton dress faded by many summers in the mountain sun, and it brushed her ankles as she shifted in the doorway. Her long black hair hung loose nearly to her waist, tied only at the ends with a narrow ribbon. Kindness softened her face, but there was something about her that felt old in a way age alone couldn’t explain, as if she belonged to the house as much as the beams and stone. 

She stepped back and held the door open. 

“Come on in. Don’t you stand out there all afternoon.” 

Her voice carried the slow, musical drawl of the southern mountains, low and gentle enough to ease tension without trying. 

“My name’s Sunday,” she said. “She and her, if you was wonderin’.” 

A small laugh slipped from her, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind one ear. 

“I don’t get near as many visitors as I once did, so it’s mighty nice to have company.” 

The scent of sweet tea drifted through the open doorway, joined by cinnamon, butter, and something warm and ripe, like peaches left to bake too long in the sun. 

“As for those books,” she went on, nodding toward the kitchen, “I’ve got every one of them stacked neat on the counter, just like I promised. I’ve been collectin’ them for years, mendin’ the torn ones, copyin’ the ones too far gone to save. Always thought good books ought to land in the hands of folks who’d take care of ‘em.” 

Her smile softened. 

“But there’s no hurry.” 

With a graceful motion, she gestured for you to step farther inside. 

“Set a spell. I’ll pour you a glass of sweet tea. And if that peach cobbler finishes up before you’re ready to head home, I’d be awful rude not to send you off with a slice.” 

Then, just for a second, something flickered across her face. It vanished so quickly you might’ve missed it if you had blinked. 

“Only thing I ask,” she said, her voice still kind, “is that you mind the house rules. They’re plain enough, but they matter to me.” 

One hand rested against the weathered doorframe. Her smile returned, steady and welcoming, as though nothing strange had passed between you. 

“We’ve got all the time we need, honey.” 

“Come on in, and make yourself comfortable.” 

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

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𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑺𝑹𝑶𝑨𝑫𝑺

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Masterlist: The Guest Book 

Published Works: The Finished Shelves 

Works in Progress: The Writing Desk 

Short Drabbles: Little Fragments 

Social Media AUs: Modern Correspondence 

Artwork and Sketches: The Drawing Room 

Inbox Responses: Letters from Guests 

Random Thoughts: Notes from the Porch 

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𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬

Alternate worlds told through messages and memories.

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𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹

Stories that take place before the characters enter a romantic relationship, exploring first meetings, growing friendships, and the moments that lead up to something more.

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𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑬𝑿𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫

Stories focused on established relationships, exploring both quiet, everyday moments and the challenges, growth, and milestones shared between two or more people.

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𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑺

Alternate settings and timelines that reimagine familiar characters in entirely different worlds.

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𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬𝑺

Multi-part stories connected by a shared narrative, intended to be read in chronological order.

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[sinceweourselvesarehuman]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

A record of every story, collection, and corner waiting to be discovered.

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Well now, come on in and set a spell. 

Every story on these shelves has found its way here for one reason or another. Some were gathered from forgotten corners of the mountains, others were written down before time could carry them off. You’re welcome to browse as long as you please. 

Take whichever tale calls your name, pour yourself a glass of sweet tea, and stay awhile. There’s no sense in hurrying. 

We’ve got all the time in the world. 

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𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺

Complete stories meant to be read in one sitting, like a letter found tucked between the pages of an old book.

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𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑺

Small moments, fleeting memories, and little pieces of stories collected along the way. Short enough to linger for only a moment, but meaningful enough to remember. 

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𝑴𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑰-𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹

Longer journeys that unfold slowly over time. Stories with deeper roots, winding paths, and chapters waiting to be discovered.

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𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑺.

Every home has its customs. These are simply mine.

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I’m mighty grateful you found your way out here. Folks don’t wander these parts too often anymore, so when they do, I do my best to make ‘em feel at home. 

All I ask is that you treat this little farmhouse—and everyone in it—with kindness and respect. Mind these few house rules, and we’ll get along just fine. After all, every good guest knows a home remembers how it’s been treated. 

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𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

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Most of my writing is intended for mature audiences and may explore difficult or sensitive subjects. I do not have a strict age requirement for reading my work, but I do expect anyone who chooses to engage with it to do so with maturity and an understanding of the topics involved. 

These topics may include, but are not limited to: 

Drugs and alcohol use 

Sexual content 

Strong language 

Violence 

These elements are never included for shock value alone. Instead, they serve a purpose: to develop the story, deepen the characters, or highlight important moments in their growth. If these subjects make you uncomfortable, I encourage you to read at your own discretion. 

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I do not grant permission for my writing or artwork to be translated, reposted, redistributed, or uploaded to any other website, platform, or service without my explicit permission. This includes social media, archives, compilations, and AI datasets or training purposes.

Every piece of writing published on this blog is written by me, and all banners and graphics are created by hand unless otherwise stated. Please respect the time, effort, and creativity that go into my work by sharing it only through its original source.

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I enjoy receiving writing requests and am open to exploring a wide variety of ideas. However, there are a few subjects I will not write about under any circumstances.

My hard limits include: 

Extreme fetishes 

Incest 

Rape or sexual assault 

Violence that serves no narrative purpose 

Ultimately, I write because I enjoy telling stories. While I appreciate every request I receive, I reserve the right to decline any prompt that falls outside my personal comfort level or creative interests. If your request is denied, I ask that you respect my decision and remain courteous. If you ever have questions about my boundaries or whether a request is appropriate, feel free to ask. 

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The Slenderverse has been a significant part of my life for many years, and these characters mean a great deal to me. Because of that, I write them according to my own interpretation while still respecting the core traits that make them who they are. 

Every writer has their own vision, and mine may not always align with yours. If you prefer a different interpretation—especially regarding character dynamics or relationships—that is compeltely okay. However, my portrayals are ultimately my own, and I ask that they be respected. 

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Above all else, I want this to be a welcoming and respectful space for everyone. 

I understand that not every reader will enjoy my writing, and that is completely okay. Constructive feedback is always appreciated, but personal attacks, harassment, or disrespect toward me or my readers will not be tolerated. 

I hold my community to the same standard. Everyone is expected to treat one another with basic kindness, respect, and common courtesy. If those expectations are not met, appropriate action will be taken to maintain a positive environment. 

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