#shortfiction

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

Fat Nuggets Wins The Heart Of The First Man (AU Sinner Adam)

Act I: Gloom at the Bar

Adam—the First Man, former commander of the Exterminators, and now the universe’s most embarrassing example of a Winner turned Sinner—sat at the counter of the Hazbin Hotel’s newly rebuilt lounge. He was currently trying to drown his massive ego in a glass of cheap booze. Despite the fact that he had tried to slaughter everyone in the room only a months ago, Charlie had insisted on giving him a room, provided he didn't cause any trouble. With absolutely nowhere else to go, Adam had begrudgingly accepted. He still deeply hated everyone here, especially Lucifer, Vaggie, and Charlie, but free lodging was free lodging.

"Hey, Cat Boy," Adam grumbled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Give me another round."

Husk didn't even look up from the glass he was wiping down. "I'd prefer it if you didn't call me 'boy,' old man."

Adam let out a loud, mocking laugh. "Old man? Kid, I lived to be 930 years old on Earth and I've been chilling in Heaven for ten thousand years. All of you are toddlers to me! The majority of you modern losers can barely make it to a century before your hearts give out. I had my son, Seth, when I was 130, and I was still in my absolute prime. So pour the drink, kiddo."

Husk’s ears twitched in pure irritation. Under his breath, he muttered, "For that remark, I'm spitting in your next one."

While Adam waited for his fresh glass of misery, his eyes drifted down the counter. A small, pink, demonic pig was sitting on the edge of the bar, happily crunching on a pile of bar nuts. Adam hesitated, eyeing the creature warily. This was Hell, after all. On Earth, wild animals were unruly enough, so he figured demon pigs and whatever other animal would be ten times worse.

A wave of actual homesickness hit him. The animals in Heaven always reminded him of the original state of nature back in Eden—complete harmony, no fear, where creatures would just stroll up and eat right out of your palm. Despite a voice in his head telling him to keep his guard up, a desperate part of him just wanted a normal interaction with something alive that didn't immediately want to stab him.

Slowly, reluctantly, Adam stretched out a clawed hand. "Alright, porker. Let's see if you're gonna bite my finger off or what."

He gently tapped the pig's head. Instead of snapping, the little creature leaned into the touch, letting out a blissful, rumbling snort. A genuine smile broke through Adam's usual miserable scowl. He began scratching behind the pig’s ears, his tough-guy facade completely melting away.

"Gosh, you are so freaking cute," Adam squealed, his voice dropping an octave into pure baby talk. "I almost want to steal you away and figure out a way to get you un-demonized when I find a way back upstairs."

Husk walked back over with the fresh drink—having fully followed through on his promise to spit in it—but stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the First Man happily petting Fat Nuggets' head, showing more genuine warmth to a farm animal than he ever had to any sinner soul.

"What the absolute fuck?" Husk muttered. He rubbed his eyes, genuinely wondering if he was looking at the same homicidal rockstar who used to brag about mass slaughter.

Adam actually picked Fat Nuggets up, cradling him in his upper arms. "Aren't you a cute little piggy? Yes you are! Yes you are!"

Husk let out a heavy, soul-tired sigh, reached behind the bar, and grabbed an entire unopened bottle of top-shelf rye. "Bottle, please save my fucking sanity."

Act II: The Interruption

"Fat Nuggets, no! Come to daddy!"

Angel Dust came skidding into the lounge, his four wide with panic as he spotted his beloved pet in the hands of a certified lunatic. He rushed forward and violently snatched the pig out of Adam's arms, hugging Fat Nuggets tightly to his chest while glaring daggers at the fallen angel.

"What the fuck, man?!" Adam shouted, his hands still shaped like he was holding a basketball.

"Stay the hell away from my pig, you psycho bastard!" Angel snapped, backing away.

Adam rolled his eyes, quickly trying to dust off his jacket to look casual. "Relax, legs. I wasn't doing anything to him."

"Oh, right, because I can totally trust the guy who spearheaded a yearly massacre," Angel scoffed, highly suspicious. "You killed Dazzle, so how do I know you're not trying to turn my baby into a pork chop?"

Adam blinked, looking genuinely perplexed. "Who the hell is Dazzle?"

"Razzle's twin!" Angel yelled. "The little dragon guy Lute killed! The surviving one still misses him, you prick."

"Oh, that thing," Adam shrugged, waving a hand dismissively. "Kid, that overgrown lizard was actively trying to rip my face off. It's a little different from this cute little guy who wouldn't hurt a fly."

Angel’s defensive posture melted for a split second, his face glowing with pride. "You... think he's cute?" He quickly shook his head, remembering who he was talking to. "Ugh, not the point! I already have to keep a constant eye on Alastor because that creepy smile-factory keeps talking about bacon. I don't need you eyeing him for some unholy barbecue."

Then, a slow, incredibly mischievous grin crept onto Angel's face as he realized exactly what he had just witnessed. Adam noticed the look and instantly froze.

"Oh, this is some incredibly juicy gossip," Angel purred, pulling out his phone. "The big, bad, metal-shredding Dickmaster doing baby talk to a pink piggie? I cannot wait to tell Cherri about this."

Angel turned on his heel, cradling Fat Nuggets in his lower arms while his upper hands started furiously texting as he walked toward the elevators.

Adam’s blood ran cold. "Get back here, you overgrown lint ball!" He scrambled over the bar stool, nearly tripping over his own boots as he gave chase. "Delete that! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"

Behind the bar, Husk didn't even look up as the two went screaming down the hallway. He just tipped the bottle of rye back and took a massive, unbothered swig.

Act III: The Hallway Chaos

Angel Dust was strutting down the second-floor corridor, his thigh-high boots clicking rhythmically against the floorboards.

"Oh, it's too good, Nuggs," Angel cooed, bopping the pig's snout. "We have leverage on the alpha-douche. I'm gonna hold this over his head until he cries tears of holy gold—"

"I WILL FLAY YOU ALIVE, SPIDER!"

Angel smirked, turning around to walk backward just so he could fully appreciate Adam's misery. The former leader of the Heavenly Host looked ridiculous. His halo was gone, his wings were mismatched, dark Sinner appendages, and his face was flushed bright red with a mixture of rage and pure, unadulterated embarrassment.

"Aw, what's the matter?" Angel taunted. "Scared the mean old Radio Demon's gonna find out you're a softie? Or maybe you're worried Vaggie's gonna laugh her other eye out?"

"I am the First Man!" Adam bellowed, pointing a dramatic, clawed finger at Angel. "I named every goddamn creature on Earth! Lions, tigers, bears, fucking platypuses—I named 'em all! It is my literal genetic right to appreciate a cute animal, you multi-limbed freak!"

"Yeah, well, this 'cute animal' belongs to a Sinner," Angel said, stopping right outside Cherri Bomb's room. He raised a boot and gave the door a loud, obnoxious kick. "Hey, Cherri! Get out here! You gotta hear what the granddaddy of humanity was doing to my—"

Before Angel could finish the sentence, Adam lunged.

He didn't use angelic power—mostly because he didn't have much left—but pure, desperate weight. He tackled Angel's midsection, sending both of them crashing onto the carpeted floor in a chaotic mess of limbs.

Fat Nuggets was tossed safely through the air for a split second, landing perfectly on a nearby plush armchair. The piglet let out a happy snort, thoroughly enjoying the sudden circus.

"Get off me, you heavy piece of shit!" Angel wheezed, six arms flailing as he tried to push Adam away. "Do you know how much this fur coat costs?!"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!" Adam yelled, desperately trying to plant a hand over Angel's mouth. "I will give you whatever you want! Heaven weed? Holy water? Upgrades for your stupid guns? Just don't tell anyone!"

The door to the room swung open, revealing Cherri Bomb holding a half-empty bottle of cherry-flavored moonshine. She looked down at the absolute disaster on the floor, her single eye blinking in total disbelief.

"Uh..." Cherri raised an eyebrow, looking from Angel, to Adam, to Fat Nuggets. "Am I interrupting a family therapy session gone wrong, or are we finally beating up the choir boy?"

"Cherri! Tell this dickhead to get off me!" Angel gaspsed, finally shoving Adam’s face away. "He was doing baby talk! To Fat Nuggets! He called him a 'cute little piggy'!"

Adam's face went completely pale. He slowly let go of Angel's jacket and sat back on his knees, staring at the floorboards as if he wished the hotel would collapse on him a second time.

"You're joking," Cherri said, a massive, wicked grin spreading across her face. She looked down at Adam, thoroughly amused. "The guy who tried to wipe out the whole population got soft for a pork chop?"

Adam threw his hands up in complete defeat, his voice cracking slightly with raw frustration. "He had a smooth forehead, okay?! Heaven animals are all fluffy and perfect, and everything else down here tries to bite my dick off! Cut me some fucking slack!"

[undeadassociation]

Modern Vampires - Short #11

Alysia: "I am a creature of the shadows, torn between the world of the living and the dead, cursed to hunt the monsters of the night."

Anna: "You literally just cried at a TikTok of a golden retriever."

Alysia: "IT SAVED A DUCK, ANNA. HAVE SOME RESPECT."

[sevenworldtales]

Charity Auction

Bruno Deathbright had been born powerful. In the top two percentile of the population.

By his teen years, he had mastered most petty magic, and found himself more intrigued with Terminus than Vitae.

He didn’t read the Vitae-influenced news sites. They made it out to be that The Lux Vitae, The Light of Life, was “good”, and The Lux Terminal, The Light of Death, was “evil”.

Bruno thought himself a wise young man, and joined “c/vitae-terminal-debate” on conjureddit and his figurative devil’s advocate stance became all too literal.

He had become a well known critic of the extreme anti-Terminus measures being taken by the Vitus-controlled government and media.

Although Bruno was a well known Acolyte of Lux Terminus, he had made inroads in the mainstream of society by being approachable and charming.

His voice was that of a moderate, with legitimate criticisms of the government’s discrimination of Terminus practitioners, many of whom were practicing ancient traditions.

Bruno waxed poetic about freedom of religion on cable news, podcasts, conferences, and universities.

He once even hosted Hans Shadowbane on his own show. Bruno thought of Hans as just another Vitus shill, but the two were more similar than either would have liked to admit.

Of course, in a sense, it was all a sham. While Bruno did alright on media appearances, the bulk of his income came from occult consultation he gave to the CIA and MI5. Try getting them to admit it though.

Bruno slicked back his thick, dark brown hair, slapped on his enchanted aftershave from Dior, and posed in the mirror, staring at his own body.

“You’re sexy. You’re powerful. You’re so powerful.” He pointed at his reflection. “You, will bring the Terminus. Manifest it.” He closed his eyes and began to levitate above the marble floors of his midtown apartment.

His body began to lightly glow and hum, growing louder and louder.

“Babe?” He heard the voice of his girlfriend, Natasha Darkblood.

She opened the door and looked up at his naked glowing physique.

“Babe! It’s almost time to go! What are you doing?” She looked him up and down and sniffed at the air, “too much cologne, babe.”

Almost twenty years his junior, Natasha was of course also a magic user, but her powers were limited. Top seventy fifth percentile of the general populace. Not much more than party tricks and some light telekinesis.

But she was pretty, and she was a fairly well known influencer and tv personality, so they were a good fit as far as Bruno was concerned.

Natasha had made her big break on the Netflix occult dating series, “Magic is Blind” in which she was eliminated in the finale for not marrying some Vitus dweeb named Melvin Brightmind.

Her time on the show had paid off, and she amassed a sizeable following on Witchr and Conjuretube. Many of her fans began the narrative that she was actually kicked off the show, as Netflix could not allow a Lux Terminal user to win.

Natasha’s official stance on the matter had always been, “I never said that, and Netflix was very respectful to me, but you know it’s true.”

She pointed her hand at the clothes laid out on their bed, and flung them at Bruno one by one.

He caught them with a point, and floated down to the ground, holding each successive item of clothing in the air above his left shoulder.

They met several months after her time on the Netflix show. He defended her in an interview with occult late night host David Spellerman.

She reached out to him via Witchr DM and they met up for drinks that night.

That was almost a year ago, and while Bruno was certainly bored with the relationship, his manager strongly advised staying with her for the increased media attention. So he did.

As he dressed himself, using telekinesis to slip into his clothes, he asked “why do we even have to go to this thing? It’s some Vitae-sponsored charity garbage. They are just-“

“-Babe,” Natasha interrupted, “We need to engage with them if we are ever going to win over public support. It’s how we get our foot in the door. Plus, didn’t you see what the event is for? Who is going to be there?”

She took out her phone and tapped a few times and handed it to him.

It was the Witchr event page for the charity auction. It said:

Child Leukemia Healing Drive

Saturday, March 5th, 2022

City Occult Museum

With special guests Hans Shadowbane, Natasha Darkblood, and Bruno Deathbright

“So we’re special guests, I knew Hans would be there too.” Bruno said, still not following, as he read he realized.

“The kids!” Bruno exclaimed, pointing a finger in the air. He had begun to float again, and fire emerged from his pointed finger as if from a grill lighter.

“Over two hundred sick, dying children. We will heal many, of course, but surely we can take one?” He said, the flame from his hand growing as he floated higher into the room. He turned to Natasha “Surely we can take one for Balam?”

“We sure can babe, now hurry up let’s go!” Natasha said, motioning to the door.

Bruno floated down a bit, now fully dressed, with a significantly larger flame coming out of his hand.

Bruno continued looking at the phone, flames from his hand expanding up towards the ceiling. “Balam will be pleased!” He said, as one of the curtains caught fire.

“Oh. Fuck.” Bruno said, ceasing the flames from his hand, and immediately pushing out a strong gust of wind at the curtain, which quickly smothered the flame.

The smoke alarm began to ring.

“Whew. Sorry about that.” He said, turning back to Natasha.

“Can we go already?” She asked. He nodded and they walked out the door to their apartment. On his way out, Bruno pointed to the smoke alarm, and it came apart in an instant.

They were silent until the elevator. “It’s good to be fashionably late to something like this.” Bruno said, straightening his tie with his hand. “We’re Terminal! We’re supposed to be edgy!”

“I just fucking got those curtains, Bru!” Natasha exclaimed as the elevator door opened. She hit him with her handbag. In a mocking tone she said “Balam will be pleased!” then in her normal voice added, “Asshole.”

They stepped outside the lobby of the apartment building, and Natasha looked around and then looked at Bruno. “Did you get an Uber or not?”

“Oh was I supposed to do that?” Bruno said. “I got a little lost inside myself for a while there.”

“I’m sure you did.” Natasha said derisively. “Well now we’re gonna be even more late.”

Bruno looked at his watch. They would be on time if they could get to the event in under a minute.

It was across town. 10 minutes for an Uber to get to them, another 25 minutes to get there.

He grabbed Natasha by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes, bowing his head down. “No! No! I hate-“ she started.

They disappeared from the sidewalk outside the apartment building and teleported across town to the sidewalk outside the City Occult Museum.

Natasha doubled over with a wretch. Bruno didn’t look down, but he did distinctively hear the sound of vomit hitting the sidewalk. He felt some of it get on his shoes. He blinked with mild irritation.

“-Transmutation” Natasha finished. “I hate transmutation.” She repeated. And hit him on the shoulder. “Asshole.”

“Well we are here on time. And now you have room for Hors D'oeuvres.” He said pointing down to the puddle that he recognized as the Quinoa bowl they had shared for lunch.

“Let’s just get this kid” Natasha said in a cold tone as she stood up and wiped her upper lip, “ooh, unless they have canapés!” She added.

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Omega's Sessions With Dr. Dai

[The superhero Omega Nuclear opened his laptop and logged into his scheduled session with the PEACE therapist, Dr. Dai. A moment later, the doctor's face appeared on the video call.]

Dr. Dai (smiling): Good afternoon, Todd.

[The doctor allowed his patients to choose whether they preferred to be addressed by their real names or their superhero identities. Omega felt more comfortable using his real name with Dr. Dai. It made it easier to be vulnerable.]

Omega Nuclear: Good afternoon to you too, Dr. Dai.

Dr. Dai (nodding): How have you been since our last session?

Omega Nuclear (letting out a slow breath): Things could be better... or worse.

[Dr. Dai noticed the tension in Todd's shoulders and the exhaustion behind his eyes.]

Dr. Dai: How have you been coping since her release?

[He didn't need to say Miss Heed's name. Both of them knew who he meant.]

[Todd's jaw tightened. He rubbed a hand across his forehead before looking away from the screen for a moment.]

Omega Nuclear: It's been a battle.

[His voice wavered slightly.]

Omega Nuclear: It was hard enough being forced to attend that "Welcome Back" party and act like everything was normal.

[A memory flashed through his mind. The music. The applause. Heroes laughing and congratulating Miss Heed as though nothing had happened. As though the people she'd manipulated had imagined it all.]

[He swallowed hard.]

Omega Nuclear: Every smile in that room felt fake. Every conversation felt scripted. I kept wondering if anyone else remembered what she'd done, or if everyone had just decided it was easier to move on.

[He shook his head.]

Omega Nuclear: I just hope they don't partner me with her again. I can't do that.

[A crack appeared in his voice.]

Omega Nuclear: She was my friend, Doc. I trusted her.

[For a moment, he stared at the desk in front of him.]

Omega Nuclear: Even without that perfume, I don't know what she's capable of anymore. The trust is gone. Every time I think about working alongside her, I feel like I'm waiting for something to go wrong.

[Dr. Dai allowed a brief silence to settle between them.]

Dr. Dai: That sounds incredibly difficult.

[Todd looked up.]

Dr. Dai: What I'm hearing is that the issue isn't just fear of what she might do. It's the betrayal itself. Someone you considered a friend violated your trust, and now you're being asked to interact with her as though nothing happened.

[Todd nodded immediately.]

Omega Nuclear: Exactly.

Dr. Dai: It makes sense that being around her would bring up anxiety. When trust has been broken that deeply, it's not something that simply disappears because circumstances change.

[Todd leaned back slightly. Some of the tension left his shoulders.]

Dr. Dai: As for your concerns about future assignments, I can't make those decisions, but I can advocate for your well-being and document the impact this situation is having on you. It's important that your concerns are taken seriously.

[A small smile appeared on Todd's face.]

Omega Nuclear: Thank you, Doc.

[His voice softened.]

Omega Nuclear: You have no idea how much your support has meant to me.

[He paused.]

Omega Nuclear: Meagan's been there for me too. So has Green Rod.

[A faint chuckle escaped him.]

Omega Nuclear: Honestly, I don't think I would've made it through these last few months without all of you.

[His smile grew warmer.]

Omega Nuclear: People look at me and see a symbol of hope. Someone who's supposed to have all the answers.

[He shook his head.]

Omega Nuclear: But sometimes even a hero needs someone else to remind him that things are going to be okay.

[Dr. Dai felt a sense of pride hearing that. Moments like this reminded him why he chose this profession. Behind every costume, every power, and every public image was a human being carrying burdens that weren't always visible.]

Dr. Dai (smiling): There's strength in allowing yourself to lean on others, Todd. You don't have to carry everything alone.

[He paused.]

Dr. Dai: And for what it's worth, you've handled an incredibly difficult situation with a great deal of resilience. The fact that you're here, continuing to work through it instead of burying it, says a lot about your character.

[Todd nodded, visibly moved.]

Omega Nuclear: I'll see you next session, Doc.

Dr. Dai: I'll be here. Take care of yourself, Todd.

[The call ended, and the screen went dark.]

[piratetalesofold]

Captain Blood's Last Stand

In the fog-shrouded coves of Tortuga, Captain Elias Blood gripped his cutlass, eyes blazing like cannon fire. His ship, the Vengeance, lay shattered by the Royal Navy's broadsides, her decks slick with the blood of his crew. "Ye'll not take me alive, ye scurvy dogs!" he roared, leaping onto the enemy frigate.Swords clashed in a whirlwind of steel and fury. Blood parried a lieutenant's thrust, then drove his blade through the man's heart. "For me brothers lost at sea!" But the odds were twenty to one. A musket ball grazed his shoulder; another pierced his leg. He fought on, a demon of the deep, until the admiral himself faced him."Yield, pirate scum," the admiral sneered.Blood laughed, bloodied but unbroken. "The sea claims her own." With a final swing, he cleaved the admiral's arm, but a volley of shots felled him. As he crumpled, the waves whispered his legend.Yet in the hold below, his hidden treasure map burned—lost forever to the flames he set himself. No gold for the victors. Only death's cold embrace.

[eve-teratila0]

〜眠れない夜🌠 精霊郵便〜

#1「救急車の音」

音が消えたあとに残るものがある。

救急車のサイレンが、わたしの呼吸を浅くして、胸の内側を落ち着かなくした。

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夜、遠ざかっていく救急車の音。

音は消えたはずなのに、耳の奥にだけサイレンが残って、薄い金属の輪みたいに反響していた。

胸の中も呼応するようにざわざわ鳴り、息が浅くなる。

――たいへんなことが起きているんだ。

――きっと想像できないほどつらいだろうな。

――助けが間に合っても、間に合わなくても……。

最悪の未来を先取りする想像が、恐怖の形にふくらんでいく。

まるで自分のことみたいに重なって、逃げ場のない重さになった。

そのとき、窓のすきまから風を切る音がした。

平たく折られた紙飛行機が二つ、すべって入り、部屋の空気に触れた瞬間、ふわりとほどけて封筒になった。

ひとつは、ひんやり透ける水の封筒。

「流したいものを入れる封筒」。

もうひとつは、触れると指先が少しあたたかくなる光の封筒。

「祈りを入れる封筒」。

わたしは首を傾げつつも、そっと近づき、まず水の封筒を手に取った。

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水の封筒をのぞくと、暗闇に星が散る無限の奥行きがひらいていた。

その奥の奥に、うっすらと森の輪郭が見えてくる。

森の中には干上がった谷があり、木の小枝が、かさ、かさ、と擦れていた。

わたしはふと、胸の“ずっしり”を感じた。

すると黒い塊がごろりと溢れ出てくる。

ひとつずつ、封筒の中の無限の空間へ落としていく。

怖さ、不安、先取りの想像も、煤みたいに形を変えて流れ出ていった。

封筒の中で黒はほどけ、雨粒みたいに細かく砕けていく。

木の枝の音が、すうっとおさまった。

目を凝らすと、森の上に貼りついていた黒雲が雨になり、谷へ降りて、谷の水に溶けながら流れていくのが見えた。

谷底に、細い流れが一本だけ生まれる。

その瞬間、全身がふわりと緩んだ。

家のどこかが、きし、と小さく鳴る。

自分を取り巻く部屋の空気が、やわらいだようにみえた。

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次に、光の封筒。

こちらはやわらかく薄明るく光っている。

中をのぞくと、潤沢な水面が見えた。

ヒタヒタに満ち、ゆるく流れている。

ここには祈りを入れるとあった。

自分のことに重ねて、痛みや苦しさ、最悪の未来を想像するとき、

いっしょに湧いてくる気持ちがある。

たぶん、それが祈りだろう。

その気持ちをそのまま、声に出してみた。

「どうか必要な助けが届きますように」

「痛みが和らぎますように」

言葉になった祈りは、きらりと小さな光点になって流れ出し、封筒の水面へ沈んだ。

水面は一度だけ大きくゆらめき、波紋が広がって静まる。

胸の中心が、ほんの少しだけ温かい。

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ふたつの封筒の封をすると、表面の文字が、音もなく書き換わった。

水の封筒――「渇いた精霊森　涸れ谷行き」。

光の封筒――「渇いた精霊森　光の泉行き」。

宛先が決まった二つの封筒は、来たときと同じように紙飛行機の形に折り戻され、窓のすきまへ畳まれて吸い込まれていく。

夜空に羽を広げ、淡い光を放ち、すうっと飛んでいった。

わたしは思わずカーテンを開け、しばし光が見えなくなるまで見守っていた。

すると遠くから、蛍火のような微かな灯りがやってくるのが見えた。

じっと凝視していると、だんだん近づいてくるのがわかる。

蛍火のように見えたそれは、折り鶴の形をしていた。

光の折り鶴は、窓の隙間から折り畳まれながら入ってきた。

部屋の中の空気に触れると、鶴は折りをほどき形を変え、一枚の便箋になる。

わたしは、ゆっくりとそれに手を伸ばした。

便箋には、こう書かれていた。

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「流した思いは

　涸れ谷の水となり

　地を潤し　めぐりゆく

　純粋な祈りが集まる

　光の泉から

　あなたへ届けよう

　深い呼吸と

　安らかな眠りを」

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わたしは便箋を胸に当て、長く長く、心の底から息をついた。

目を閉じると、ふっとからだの力が抜ける。

じわりと安堵のようなあたたかさが湧いたのを感じた。

耳の奥に響いていたサイレンは、もう聞こえなかった。

ー最後まで読んでくれたあなたへ

今夜、流したいものがあるとしたら――

それは、どんな言葉？

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精霊郵便：今夜の配達は完了しました💫🕊️

――次の配達は、いつかの夜に。

2025/12/16 投稿

© Eve-teratila

無断転載禁止／AI学習利用禁止（Repost & AI training prohibited）

　

[thtsmackedpoet]

Love can be a gift

Love can be a curse 

Depends on you

[monicamarch]

☾ HEARTSPEAK • FINALLY HERE ✧

After years of sharing heart fragments here on Tumblr, I've finally gathered my most special words into a book. HEARTSPEAK is a collection of poetry and flash fiction born from this space, these exchanges, these feelings we've shared over the years.

To all of you who've always been here, who reblogged, who sent messages saying how that specific line touched exactly what you were feeling... this book is ours.

Sixty pages of words about everything that lives inside the chest. About that love that couldn't fit in silence, about loneliness that sometimes feels like a companion, about hopes dancing in verses and stories that needed to be told in just a few lines.

As a special thank you to our Tumblr community, the launch price is just $4.99. Just click the book cover or look for HEARTSPEAK in your favorite Amazon Store, there's versions in Spanish (PALABRERÍO), French (VERBIAGE) and Italian (PARLANTINA) also. It's my way of saying thanks for every reblog, every message, every shared moment.

p.s. yes, you'll recognize some texts that were born right here. but there's so much more waiting for you.