Nothing, save sunlight, had touched this land in a millennium. Animals, even the insects and worms, had yet to repopulate this far south. With no food to draw them, the migratory birds had changed their routes; when marine life strayed too close, they soon joined the decomposing wall of flesh that was still sinking to the ocean floor. The ships that had sought safe harbor a thousand years past should have rotted into nothingness, but the lack of microbial life had left them well preserved.
Author: Julia B
Nova-44 artist, basic bitch science nerd, chronic pain enjoyer. Speculative fiction is the bomb.
Marianas
It is a well established fact that the human body (or bodies of the more-or-less human) floats (well, more or less). Human bodies tend to be at least a little less dense than water. Despite this, a human (more or
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50/50
In dreams, bones danced. Flowers bloomed in the eyes of a murderer, but withered on vines that instead grew hearts, beating a rhythm out to the sound of an ungodly scream. Nash groaned as the cat yowled. It was 6am
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The Hungry One
A week ago I didn’t know what it felt like to have a knife pushed through my meat, my tendon, to the bone of my right arm. Thank god I am left handed. Sinistrous. Backwards. Inverted. The nuns couldn’t beat it out of me, no, I was strong then as I am strong now, as unbreakable as an oak, as I have always been, no, the nuns can tease away my flesh and show each other my slick bloody bone and I, I, I will still rise.