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PEOPLE love the best fortune tellers because they tell the best LIES // AND fear the best oracles because they tell the unwanted TRUTH selective. urban fantasy oc // written by mo.

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I’m tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep but it’s more than that.

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starter call.

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i know i’ve been gone for quite a while but i’ll be coming back here

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              your worlds are limitless. and when you look, you can see. see so far and so wide. but you looked a little too far, a little too much, until what you saw devoured you whole. now, look, child, and ask: are you still dreaming?

SOMNUSEER. selective and multiverse. urban fantasy original character. penned by mo.

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MORGAN :

     it catches her off guard, the way he speaks — the words he uses. morgan stares, for a while, her hesitation the same as when she’s approaching an unknown album for the first time. still his words ring true — has her life been anything more than an endless, ill-conceived attempt at bottling up moments she couldn’t get back ? has she not been desperate, for the simple notion that days, like water, had slipped through her fingers & were now nothing but seafoam, nothing but emptiness ? morgan swallows, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as if to gain some time. “ — i don’t know. maybe. ” a smile is offered, though it’s cautious. “ did something good happen ? ”

           ‘ well, this moment feels good. and it is happening. ’ he smiles up at her. he still wishes he could bottle this moment up. he could stare at the ocean till it burns and etches itself in the back of his mind, keep it there with the feeling of peace, so there will be halcyon in the sea of all the voices and the visions and the chaos. ‘ it’s just that i have never felt this idyllic before, and i don’t wanna feel anything else till the end of time. ’ he motioned for the space beside him. ‘ wanna sit? the view is better down here. ’

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how many centuries deep is your wound?

Adonis, from “Unintended Worship,” If Only the Sea Could Sleep (Green Integer, 2003)

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“ it’s not so bad, my darling. being dead. it’s like being alive, only colder. ” – deathless, c. valente.

lachrymosen. an independent vampire original character. selective. written by mo.

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“ it’s not so bad, my darling. being dead. it’s like being alive, only colder. ” – deathless, c. valente.

lachrymosen. an independent vampire original character. selective. written by mo.

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➳ ALICE IN WONDERLAND BY LEWIS CARROLL; STARTER SENTENCES.

❛ It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. ❜

❛ We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad. ❜

❛ Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ❜

❛ If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see? ❜

❛ Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle. ❜

❛ I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.’ ❜

❛ Curiouser and curiouser! ❜

❛ One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. ❜

❛ Why is a raven like a writing-desk? ❜

❛ If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does. ❜

❛ No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time. ❜

❛ Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality. ❜

❛ Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it. ❜

❛ I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see? ❜

❛ My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that. ❜

❛ Off with their heads! ❜

❛ Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense. ❜

❛ No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise. ❜

❛ It would be so nice if something made sense for a change. ❜

❛ It’s always tea-time. ❜

❛ I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and I don’t believe you do either! ❜

❛ Look after the senses and the sounds will look after themselves. ❜

❛ Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court. ❜

❛ You’re thinking about something, and it makes you forget to talk. ❜

❛ Birds of a feather flock together. ❜

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DYLAN :

“ — what is this place ?” you’d think he should have grown accustomed to it, by now — travelling in between worlds, ripping through paper into dimensions that aren’t the one he was born ( no, thinks he was ) into. yet it never makes him any less lost, any more certain of where the fuck he’s ended up — so he can only turn, wide-eyed like a child, to the only soul he can see. the next words that come out of his mouth are more or less a curse to himself. “ shit, i did it again, didn’t i ? ”

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              it is three in the morning, and he is sitting on the front porch of their old house ( just the porch, for the old house is now nothing but old ash and black splinters and burned memories buried under the fresh earth many decades ago ) and staring at the endless expanse of swaying, dancing wheat and the occasional wildflowers. it is three in the morning, and a warm ray of of the setting sun bathes his face while a soft, cool breeze of autumn wind whispers around him. it is three in the morning, and his real body, in the boring reality he lives in, would be asleep in a dilapidated apartment in the middle of the sleeping concrete jungle, and in this world far from there, can he truly find relaxation. he is contented. 

          ‘ did what again? ’ he asks, not even surprised of the company. dreams, however different, is still under the same scape after all. walking into someone else’s dream is not that rare, especially for him. he looks up at him, and smiles, and his smile had all the signs of sincerity in them. if this was the real world, you would never see him smile like that. ‘ is this your anchor? your dreamscape? it’s a very beautiful dreamscape. ’

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Oscar Isaac / Revenge for Jolly

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THE RIVER THEORY.

       the ripples of a fallen pebble        on the surface of a raging river        are quick and unsentimental        and the pebble’s just another pebble        on the moss of the riverbed.

somnuseer // indie and selective and multiverse. written by mo.

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CHIEF :

     a tired, exhausted hand rubs her closed eyes. she doesn’t agree with the rules administration imposes — the world outside it too arbitrary for them to see everything through a binary code, black or white, in our out. doesn’t mean she doesn’t have to enforce them, so her current predicament is tiring at best. “ okay. ” she sighs, her mind going over solutions because she hates forcing people out & knowing they’ll die out there. “ is there anything you can do ? if you can be employed, i can give you a priority entrance & you’ll need no papers. it won’t be temporary, however ; you’re in or you’re out. a rather idiotic rule if you ask me, but still… it’s a rule. ”

          he looks up, his eyes finally meeting hers and showing no other emotion other than hope and relief. he didn’t try to hide it this time. he couldn’t fool himself anymore. his promise of isolation, of hiding from the world and those who live in it for they have done him nothing but be noises, whether he likes to or not, should be set aside if he wants to live. the world decided to turn itself into a nightmare and, well, he’d rather go through it-- or suffer in it, whichever comes first-- with someone.

          he thinks for a moment. what could he do? ‘ i was a journalist before this. and a writer. ’ he says with evident uncertainty. ‘ if that helps, in anyway. ’

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yes hi hello i’m still alive ??