

CC: The Dream of the Spiders
Today I whisper tales of arachnids and mankind, of the forestry and of beauty, Beginning with the misery of a spider, who crawls below and above, seeking shelter in every possible direction. The spider, who shrieks upon the sights of the human, and buries himself within the earth. Each morning is reset once more — the same life, the same deafening fear. The drum of our footsteps echo in his mind, beating louder and louder with every passing minute. His desire to live freely
Lara Vienings
18 hours ago


CC: It Wasn't Just Sunday
I hope I brought out the frozen beef for lunch. “Ma’am … “ I can’t imagine the extra hours I would have to put into our dinner had I not. “Sorry, excuse me ma’am…” Wait, what about the frozen vegetables? I worry, gently rubbing my fingertips against my forehead, smoothing the lines that are starting to form. Voices begin to resound around me, but I can't seem to find where it's coming from. With my hands over my ears, the sounds become muffled. But it’s not enough. I need i
Uche
May 31

























