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A Haiku Spun

Fate knows only necessity

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Clotho becomes Xiè Dào for a day because it’s unexpected. Turning to words because it’s different, she/he/it spins a haiku because it’s contrary. He/she/it has no regard for human sensibility or belief. The names they give it/him/her are phantasms, the faces and forms and clothing in which they drape it/her/him mere fantasy. Unembodied, Xiè Dào obeys his/its/her own nature alone.




Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

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