There was once a dollhouse in a little girl's bedroom, and inside it there were a great many halls and doors. Oh, the games this little girl played! It would be pointless to try and describe how much fun she had playing those games, though, because no reader would understand, and because she is a pile of mouldering bones and stains upon the floor where her flesh used to be.

Some very short fiction I wrote, primarily just to have written something for the day.

Artwork by Tanzenlicht, who I totally don't know how to link to. (But thank you Tanzy! You're so rad!)