Deepwater Gallery

永井里菜 katherinedeestrickland watched spanking bsbgridgirls you-comfort-me
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: “I need my bones read.” “But you’re
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: I find the photos in an envelope, mono-color, clearly taken here
deepwaterwritingprompts:roughwaterwriting:Write one sentence. Let it lead to another. It comes in wa
elidyce:deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: "I’m a farmer,“ she insisted, a ske
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: Where the last vampire’s heart was staked and buried, a cherry t
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: I spend hours cataloguing the museum’s dusty back room. A c
elidyce:deepwaterwritingprompts: Text:  “What’s it doing?” I asked, watching
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: Penthouses across our city were occupied by lovely winged creatur
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: We kept an imposter on the farm. Sometimes it was one of us, some
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: The creatures in the forest want to feed us. They want to confuse
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: Our woods are different, bleach white trees standing still and le
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: There’s a child in the woods. If it offers you a bone, you
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: There is a child in my house who is not mine. She asks only for s
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: There was nothing more valuable than dream shards. I wished shattering
dycefic: deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: Sometimes in the dead of night on the way to the kitche
dycefic:deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: I spend hours cataloguing the museum’s dusty back
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: Death was a shadowy figure, standing in front of three identical
typingoverworld:sadoeuphemist: deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: No one can breathe blue water. But
deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: A cat is following me, an empty one. I don’t know what it
deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: Stuck together in quarantine, I realized my partner was haunted.
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: Our queen sneaks out of the castle. I see her cloaked at the edge
dycefic:deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: Sometimes in the dead of night on the way to the kitchen
deepwaterwritingprompts:Text: I saw my little brother crawl into a painting at the museum. He&r
gillian-ybabez: deepwaterwritingprompts: Text: Death was a shadowy figure, standing in front of
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