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Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters

…this place seems timeless. Magical. Enchanted. Winnie, can you hear me? Cory. Yes. I do hear you. I’m not close enough to the front to see. What’s going on? This desert is red, like Ribbon said. Spoke. Explained. Anything else? Yes. Plenty. I walk, and nothing changes. I am hungry, but continue to walk. IContinue reading “Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters”

Cory’s Story: Ventriloquist

Hi. How are you doing? Do you have a name? Ventriloquist. My name’s Cory. How are you doing? I feel so…alone. I have news for you, then. We’re part of a system. There’s many people here, like Ribbon, or Jasmine, or…maybe we’ll ignore the ski lodge occupants right now. I cannot be alone. Let meContinue reading “Cory’s Story: Ventriloquist”

Cory’s Story: overgrown insanity garden in 6 simple steps

What is going on? You can hear me? You can hear me! Yeah, Cory, nice and loud. Ribbon, thank goodness. We’re in a red desert and I have no idea what’s going on. Red? The last desert was brown. Regardless, could you stop shouting? I’m not trying to shout. It’s just that red deserts aren’tContinue reading “Cory’s Story: overgrown insanity garden in 6 simple steps”

Cory’s Story: conversations but as pies

Hello. Nobody can hear you, what do you think you’re doing? Trying to see if anybody can hear me. … Nobody can hear me, I know. I got that. Where do you think they are? You’re asking me? Might as well. Not close to the front, that’s where. Where do you think we are? InContinue reading “Cory’s Story: conversations but as pies”

Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters

The evidence of pain pulsed across the body, like paint stains. Cory came to, skin stinging, surrounded by shards of metal scattered across rocks. Dull red rocks. He groaned. And stopped groaning, from the shock of the body’s young, girlish voice. Cory pushed himself up, blinking against glimmering sunlight, shoving aside sharp rocks so theyContinue reading “Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters”

Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic

(ps, “a little” in a dissociative system refers to a child-aged alter) *** I’m smart. Are you proud of me? I always thought of you as very intelligent. But yes, I suppose I’m extra proud of you. I figured it out. Figured what out? Everyone around here is sad and mopey, but not me. ThatContinue reading “Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic”

Cory’s Story: where memories leak through

Something…dark and painful was happening. Cory blinked, finding himself in bed, laced gray boots propped on the bed frame. He rubbed his temples and slowly bent his legs, sitting up. Something dark and painful was happening. He’d just been somewhere… Something about butter. But the memory of it was fading like a pond draining. HeContinue reading “Cory’s Story: where memories leak through”

Cory’s Story: this glow growing in the dark

Hello!
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.