Hi!
I'm Else (as in the adjective or adverb), a queer creature who does various pointless things. Maybe you know me from Twitter. Sometimes my writing makes people feel things.
This is my website! It's a space for the pointless things I do! Sometimes that's art, but mostly that's writing. Have a look around. The about page has more info and links to the various places I can be found.
That's all.
read moreBeatrice sniffs the air uneasily, unsure of herself in a way that she once vowed she would never be. Something has changed, something has shifted within her home's generous confines, and she hasn't the slightest idea what. An absence in the air; a lack of smell and noise.
"Cinnamon," she calls, "I need your eyes."
read moreShe wanders into the kitchen midway through your preparations, drawn by the warm scents of cooking meet and browning bread and your heartbeat's happy rhythm. You tug the blackout curtain closed as she does, walling out sunset's last beams before they can touch her grey skin.
"Hey!" you cheerfully greet her sleep-mussed hair and hollow eyes, "do you want some coffee? It'll be ready in a minute."
She grumbles at you and shakes her head; not a surprise, since things like her don't really need to eat, but you like to offer anyway.
read moreEach day you walk past the dollmaker's store, past those wide glass windows full of carefully constructed cages. They almost look like they're not cages at all, just dollhouses, but you know better: you've spent enough time watching to notice the bars.
The dolls gambol and dance, climb their furniture and nestle in little display cases almost like they weren't alive at all; sometimes you even pass by as they're having a tea party, a matched set drinking in unison.
Every few weeks one or two of the cages sit empty.
read more"I heard that there's a new dollmaker moving into town."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, they're setting up at the old mushroom farm. Everyone in the market was buzzing about it."
"Who?"
"One of the big corporate ones, I think—"
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