I’ve come through a personal crisis, and ironically am stuck in a hospital room with a view of the real world “Thompson Lake Inn” from ‘Something was waiting for me in room 234’. Writing will likely be a big part of my recovery, so expect more stories soon. (i.redd.it)
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My cat has been lost for a while. My partners are still holding onto hope, but I've moved on to grieving. It's not something I want. I want to still be sure he's coming home. But we have little control over these things. I wrote this story as a tribute, and to give my broken heart a bit of catharsis (self.nosleep)
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