Latest

1 2 3 10

This is pineconing

Franzi, a sleek black Oriental Shorthair cat, sits composed on a windowsill in a minimalist apartment while a chaotic glitter-covered Schmutz leaps mid-air in a trance. A demon-cat shadow looms behind Franzi, and a messy, handmade Mother’s Day card sits on the table.

This is pineconing!  Of Schmaltz, Betrayal, and Discounted Love

May 9, 2025
I woke up today with a thousand half-licked kibbles in my chest. Not because the heater clicked on late. Not because Schmutz had her tail in my water bowl again. No. It was Meaning—the emotion, not the concept—flicking its claws across my inner eyelid at 6:17 a.m. sharp. Because I found it. A letter. A Mother’s Day letter. Written in

Creative Writing

The worn-out poster, its edges curling, suggesting a rule long enforced. The bold, stark '95', both a warning and a sentence. The cracked, stained wall, whispering of those who failed before.

95 Chapter 1:

February 20, 2025
The Bureau of Acceptable Care By the year 2042, humanity had arrived at a simple conclusion: people could not be trusted to care. Not