WeepingWisteria

Onni scratched eir head in pure confusion. "How did that turn out so perfectly?" Ey shook eir head. "Whatever. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Ey blinked. "Or, ...

"Listen! If Brian just apologized, Phillip would leave his home once in a while." The washboard woman sighed. "I believe it could happen." The laundry line woman shook her head. ...

Onni nodded, eyes wide with surprise. Another woman, this one hanging white clothes on a laundry line, scoffed. "You and that Phillip. When are you going to see he's never ...

Onni put eir hands in eir pockets and leaned against a wall beside them, carefully keeping eir eyes trained on the sky. One of the women, who seemed to be ...

Onni shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to try."

Onni gestured to a group of whispering elderly women. "Do you think they're gossiping? Or is that too obvious?"

Onni shrugged. "We can try. Simply walk and observe."

"Well, there's more people. Maybe one of them will stop speaking in riddles." Onni scowled at the sight of all of the people. "But that means talking to them."

The person nodded and walked away, humming a lilting tune under their breath. Onni exhaled sharply. "That didn't make any damn sense."

"Kids or not, it's impolite to burst into places uninvited." Tempest Briar huffed, readjusting his bag. "And I neither appreciate it nor approve." He made a show of stepping forward, ...

The person’s smile grew even wider. “The forgiveness of a hardened heart.”

“Think of it like we hate you and want you to go away!” Dusk glowed menacingly. Joe cross his arms. “Well, too bad!” Vendetta groaned. “Just say your piece and ...

“Escalator?” Ki wouldn’t argue that the stairs weren’t moving , which was unnatural and unholy in of itself, but the child using strange words wasn’t helping. They tried to take ...

Vendetta groaned. “We don’t want to talk to you!” Joe crossed his arms. “Well, someone has to put you in your place.” Vendetta raised their fist to crush the letter.

Ki shrugged. They stared at the remains of the bridge slowly shambling back into place, as if the bridge was never broken. “I don’t like this.” They drew one of ...