Personal writing archive, somewhat experimental, containing polished final pieces, progress drafts and idea doodles. Unlike art, which can be shared as sketches, writing always seems to languish unseen except for a final polished piece; I think of this archive as a sketchpad. Ideas get doodled in many forms, many times over, reused, recycled, tested and tried. Free fiction provided for fun of writing and joy in sharing.
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Where the surface matters, but not how they thought it would.
When immortals go mad. Mind as cityscape.
First there was the fragility of her exposed teeth, as she anticipated being victimised by the necessary interaction again; second came the standardisation of the expression, made practically obligatory for anyone not exerting themselves to battle.