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Little Satin Dress | outlines

Little Satin Dress | outlines

He says I am beautiful. So shall we find a room?
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Vincent W. C.
Another | outlines

Another | outlines

I swear by the saints — that I will tell her when the time is right.
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Vincent W. C.
Talk to Him | outlines

Talk to Him | outlines

‘You really should talk to him.’
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Vincent W. C.
love, Leander | all the signals I never caught

love, Leander | all the signals I never caught

My sweet — these nights in Abydos have been long and difficult.
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Vincent W. C.
I’m Going Under | heartache

I’m Going Under | heartache

Love can be a plastic bag or a chocolate wrapper or a sweaty hand.
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Vincent W. C.
Iphigenia | hush

Iphigenia | hush

They say I must die.
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Vincent W. C.
Where the Lost Girls Lie Rotting —

Where the Lost Girls Lie Rotting —

Lust, mania, and mass psychogenic illness in ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’
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Vincent W. C.
The Voyage Out | farsight

The Voyage Out | farsight

it bores into you with a single murky eye. But you do not see.
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Underneath the Luminous Night | farsight

Underneath the Luminous Night | farsight

But where are you ? — I ought to be with you.
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Fibonacci’s Sky | reversal, boundless

Fibonacci’s Sky | reversal, boundless

I am a traveller from a land between other lands. My sky is your ocean, and your ocean is my sky.
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Vincent W. C.
Forest in the Night | out from the frog

Forest in the Night | out from the frog

Inch by inch, it tumbles across the floorboards and splits into tendrils
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Vincent W. C.
The Best Man | sisyphic

The Best Man | sisyphic

He snatched the letter and re-read it. Yes, it was done.
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Vincent W. C.
Nest | paragon soul

Nest | paragon soul

Out, thumps my heart. Out!
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Vincent W. C.
The Allotment | paragon soul

The Allotment | paragon soul

A single thread lies across her knees. So she takes the silver blade, and snips.
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Vincent W. C.
The Deep Cover | paragon soul

The Deep Cover | paragon soul

a vignette about two spies.
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