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FICTION ARCHIVE
I will not hold your eyes.
Ellis Jamieson
AUGUST 2026
I know that you only offer me your gaze so that you can have mine. Your attention is a gift. Alms to the poor so the poor can pay taxes. A gesture of interest that masks the insistence – entitlement – ignorance – that a weird girl like me should be grateful for.
The Same Sky
Marketa Dowling
JUNE 2026
The blades cut the air in regular intervals like a heartbeat that never varies, never responds, never adapts. It is life-like without being alive, pulse without flesh, rhythm without the irregularities, neither close enough to see clearly nor far enough to ignore.
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