River and Celia in Underland
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Plan E: Love, Laws, and the Art of Not Falling Apart.
It’s been a funny old year – a funny old life, really. Not funny ha-ha, except if you count the jokes on me, I suppose. No, more funny—tumultuous, weird. Strange, by and large. Though there were laughs along the way. Each and every byway and all that. And a shit ton of tears, of course. What to say? When I feel, I feel it hard. I’ve spent most of my life in a state of sucker punched.
By River and Celia in Underland 11 months ago in Psyche
The Gift
The snow laced the rooftops of the lethargic village outside. Holly had once loved the snow. Its freshness had excited her. She liked the newness – it had felt like a gift. But these days, she found little joy in anything. Her life had become one of quiet solitude since Charles had passed away. Christmas felt cruel now, her heart filled with memories and the pang of what once was, gone. They had never had any children—not for lack of trying. It just hadn’t happened the way they’d planned. So, there was no family to speak of and no visitors to soothe the dull ache of loneliness. Friends had once been there, but three years had passed, and they had drifted into the background, especially during this time of year. Busy with their own families and Christmas preparations, they gave her little thought. And she wasn’t one to ask.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Families
Becoming Human
Seeing you step off the sidewalk at the airport was one of the best moments of my life, I didn't know how I was going to handle it until then, but there you were, real, after literal months worth of talking to each other through a screen you were standing there in front of me. Those few weeks are a blur, I woke up out of surgery just wanting to see you, and when you walked in with a stuffed axolotl we later named Kimchi my nervous system calmed down. I was finally in a body that felt right, and you were there to share it with me. That first night the pain was unbearable, I was shaking and scared and I looked at you and begged you not to leave my side. Of course you didn't, and wouldn't have, but the comfort that you brought was more than I imagined. More comfort than any pill I was given, more peace than most times of my life. I thought I was going to be doing the healing part alone. I was not alone.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Motivation
Eira Coch: The Red Snow. A Winter's Tale.
History, as always, is told in the forked tongues of the oppressor. Surely, you must know that at least. Figured it out after all these years. Though recent events suggest differently. You really are weak, aren’t you? Man. Sad really.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Fiction
From Meeting on Vocal to Tying the Knot. . Top Story - December 2024.
Howdy, Bore da friends, strangers, and hopefully kind-hearted bibliophiles! If you’ve ever found yourself cringing at the thought of self-promotion—rewriting that perfect Instagram plug only to blank-delete by attempt number 10—yup, you’re in good company. Because we’re about to do it right now (self promote that is), and we hate it. Believe us.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Writers
