The Other Dragon World: Chapter 11
You see, you yelled to me about how you trust me not to kill this young purple dragon's body when i had no control on my own consciousness.
A Miltank Meets a Bulbasaur
Once again growing self-conscious, she crossed her arms over herself, best covering herself the best she could. bulbasaur glanced down then up at her again, “you're really self-conscious about that, aren't you?"
Forest of Ghosts
That is part of the fun~ this is part of the post-self setting, a world of uploaded consciousnesses. you can read more about it at [https://post-self.ink](https://post-self.ink) "you go first."
Motes Played — Chapter 3
Motes played. Today, she played prey. Today, she was a mouse to some fox, some owl, some cunning predator. She crept and crawled at first, prowling through the brush and between the trunks of trees. She stuck to where the pine needles made a thick...
Motes Played — Chapter 1
She died at play, Gamboled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and Today, Her vestments as the silver...
Hues
I see the way she remains at all times conscious of her body, its extents, its softened boundaries.
Those Loving Steps
He took a step in, then I took a step back out The wave of sins flooded the world, but what of me? I said I shall fight until death, but he said no to that We sought out for an escape, and we found it I took a step in, then he took a step back...
Opportunity paralysis
I’m sure there’s some sort of discontinuity, that some amount of time passes between when the procedure completes and when i find myself here, fully formed and conscious, in the orientation room. or perhaps it really is instantaneous.
[Karma's Fate] - New Beginning (Chpt. 3)
I couldn't breathe and i was losing conscious. i then fell over and hit the floor with a big \*thud\* the only thing i could remember was mark's cry for help as i slowly, closed my eyes and lost conscious...
Motes Played — Chapter 4
Motes played. She played on precipices. She played along the knife's edge. She played at the point of a sword, at the barrel of a gun. She played with death. She– No. Motes was played _with._ She was toyed with. She was dangled by the...
Motes Played — Chapter 5
Motes stopped playing. She stopped playing because, some weeks later, she was out with some friends, some of the others who had decided to give up on grown-up life now that they were here, now that they were decades old or centuries, now that they...
Reading
All readings are the same. They all begin the same way, with stepping off to some sim, known or unknown, where she would arrive a good hour early. There, she would wait or walk or drink her coffee or tea. Would it be a bookshop this time? Would it be a...