The blue model of clay vices that sits in a house of glass
Somewhere inside the deep beyond, sits my life-sized, pint-sized sparrow home.
The soil, it sings with what was here.
Perhaps this time, the storyteller is the story to be told.
With a twinkle in their eyes and a question forming on their lips, when they come knocking at my door, what shall I say?
Within horror, a subgenre exists – analogue horror – known for using analogue formats like VHS recordings to tell spooky stories.
The idea of aliens existed before we even knew about outer space.
We must ask ourselves if this path truly benefits the students, or only the institutions.
Backed into a corner,
A house pet in the wild,
With nothing left to give,
She withered away.
From black, then to white
And she faded to gray.