Author: Helena Ghoche
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Here Comes The Sun
The beer fizzed in his hand, cold against his burning skin. Jona shut the fridge with a thud, the sound echoing through the hollow house. Sunlight streamed in, uninvited, golden and heavy. It poured across the tiles, traced the counters, and fell against the curtains, which then swayed like they remembered how to dance. Birds…
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Morrigan phase
I am in my Morrigan phase. I might shift—raven to tiger, shadow to claw. You might see three of me, layered across dimensions, watching, waiting. Hunting your soul. Am I scary? Yes. Morrigan does not beg. She does not plead. She is the scream before the blade sinks deep. She is the omen in the…