​​​​​​​The title says it all.

A poem I randomly came up with. Enjoy!

One of the many stories of how Ekkreth the trickster learned their shape-changing and one of the many stories of how they freed the slaves. Featuring children, found family, defiance, and sandstorms.

---This takes place in the Tatooine Slave Culture and religion that Fialleril created. Fialleril can be found on Archive Of Our Own and Tumblr.

An immigrant girl ponders the life she hopes she has yet to live. Ponders the family she shared no blood with. Ponders the people she'd give her blood to. Ponders the universe she's been born into.

I cannot feel the overwhelming horror that coils deep in the darkness of my soul. I do not know how to move past the way my feet stay frozen in the ground.

Ember was screaming. His people were screaming. His land was bleeding.

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This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

Once there was a girl. And she had everything. Everything she didn't want Once here was a child. And they had nothing. But they were about to have the entirety of the future.

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This story is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

You look up. And there is no sky only blood.

You look down. And there is no ground only bone.

A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.

The sunlight burns hot around you and you almost don't see it, the heat of July dripping down in a sour-sickly, watery-sticky concoction.

You're a girl. A girl with coal-black hair. You're alive. And the way you feel, trapped in a destiny you didn't choose, makes you yearn for any kind of escape, even death. He has feathers blacker than the night sky. And he makes you feel something more, something better than alive. He makes you feel free.

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