#ff it's getting late, you think to yourself as the grandfather clock in the hallway chimes three in the morning. probably better turn in.
you look up from your monitor with a start as you realize you live in a shotgun house. there is no hallway.
you wrap a blanket around you against the sudden draft. the breeze seems too strong for indoors. odd. it's whipping your hair around but the papers on the table are still.
then a darkness, darker than the night, envelops you as a voice whispers: @Zoe
#ff the afternoon sunlight grazes the high oaken rafters of a nondescript lecture hall at the University of Canada as @some_qualia , the visiting lecturer, speaks about their writing process. they sneak a look at their phone as a student says "not really a question, more of a comment, but..."
a frown crosses their face. reports of chuds harassing guillotines users have drowned their inbox. they excuse themself and run to change.
"nobody fucks with my instance," they say, drawing their blade.
everyone follow @zoey and say cool and nice things to her
@zoey is a good egg
tricia. she/her. gold glitter, heels on wooden floorboards, tulip purple. ponderosa pine. the #BurgerBinch and the meanest bitch on mastodon™
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