Thank you kindly for your patience.

"Knock, knock. Room service."

Now ain't this something.

Our rooms are always open for new guests.

“Good afternoon, dear.”

Our rooms are always open for new guests.

A festival's going on.

“Walkin’ in the lonesome hours of the day ain’t good for nobody.” The door behind Tooth Fairy opens. Tuesday is standing there, her baby in her arms. “Looking for your room, dear?”

Toothfairy@t0othfairy.bsky.social · 2y ago

Shes lost count of how many doors shes passed thruo, how long shes been walking before stopping. "Im getting nowhere with this. There must be a different way thru"

With each threshold crossed, the door behind slams shut. The red door looms at twice the height of any man; hazy crimson light spills out the crack in the door, which is open ajar.

Toothfairy@t0othfairy.bsky.social · 2y ago

Shed continue walking thru the ever expanding corridor. Her cold demenor unchanging

THERE IS A RED DOOR

~𝓣𝓞𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓕𝓐𝓘𝓡𝓨~ "Now please, open wide and take your medicine"

Toothfairy@t0othfairy.bsky.social · 2y ago

~𝓢𝓣. 𝓟𝓐𝓥𝓛𝓞𝓥 𝓕𝓞𝓤𝓑𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝~ ~𝓓𝓞𝓒𝓣𝓞𝓡 & 𝓓𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓢𝓣~

“We had to shutter up for a while on remodelin’. Come and stay for a night.”

[ w/ @misshorror.bsky.social ]

'𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄' —— 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 ⠀

Cora Ambrosia Husher@the12thlibrarian.bsky.social · 2y ago

𝕴 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝕴 𝐚𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝕴 𝐚𝐦 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡: 𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡. ┉┉┅┄ ⊰ 𝕏𝕍 ⊱ ┄┅┉┉

O glass vase, Transparent and hollow, you are. What do you contain? Nothing but a breeze from afar. #REVERSE1999 | #R99RP | #MVRP

𝕴𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢.@vondittersdorf.bsky.social · 2y ago

Ф 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, ⠀ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 ⠀ 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦.

“Our rooms are always open for new guests.”

ㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 「 #MVRP 」 ㅤ

Good afternoon.

“But you turned out fine in the end, so it’s all okay.”

“Ain’t that a shame?” Then getting back to sweeping the floor…

“Our rooms are always open for new guests.”

Back in town, everyone would be busy on a bright day like this. The harvesters roaring as they reaped the wheat, stacking it pile after pile. Of course, no one ever paid me any mind. Shame they were too occupied to enjoy my stories.

|| I don’t have muse for this dead verse anymore, sorry.