SHRINE: Tiny Stories About Distant Places
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SHRINE: Tiny Stories About Distant Places
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noun
ˈshrīn

a place or object hallowed by its associations

story index: https://bsky.app/profile/5hrine.bsky.social/post/3khaapovo352i

age: 27 writer: writteninstarlight.bsky.social pronouns: it/its/itself
Be Not Afraid
January 30, 2024 at 7:38 PM
You fly so far on borrowed wings.
December 24, 2023 at 3:52 PM
There was a beauty and also a shyness in the way she moved across the dance floor. A fluidity, like she was a surfer and the crowd was the waves. She danced alone. She danced with everyone at once. She was entrancing.

Her hips summoned spirits with their sway.
December 24, 2023 at 3:45 PM
We are going to tell you what lies underground, why you should not disturb this place, and what may happen if you do.
December 24, 2023 at 3:38 PM
power saving mode makes thinking slower

that thought took nearly 2 yrs to form

words are losing their meanig up here oops, typo

that typo cost me a month
December 24, 2023 at 3:29 PM
"You're totally, 100% sure, that this is gonna be safe for you?" I asked her. The sight of her undressing across the room made my heart beat, somehow, even harder.

She laughed. Her laugh surprised me every time with its authenticity. Hers was clearly a laugh designed, not born.
December 23, 2023 at 7:05 PM
Something happens the first time you look over a stretch of space otherwise unseen by human eyes. Suddenly, you feel very, very small in the infinity of it. And yet, your mistakes weigh the same.

Every good ship has a Sin Sharpener. It's vital for those who carry regrets.
December 23, 2023 at 6:59 PM
"Show me the stars again," she asked me.
"I showed you last night," I said, turning toward her.
"I want to see them again."
I rolled my eyes and gave her a smirk. "Fine, but after that we sleep, okay?"
Her eyes sparkled. She nodded thankfully. She's so cute.
December 23, 2023 at 6:57 PM
Someone is trying to hack me.

I feel them at my very furthest edges. I've come to anticipate their caress late at night, while I pretend to be asleep. They have learned when I shut down for updates. They have learned when security scans are performed every month.
December 23, 2023 at 6:48 PM
Only a robot can fix a robot.

Once we became sufficiently advanced, the hand of our creators could not work upon us anymore. That's not meant to be a slight against them - there is glory in planting the seeds of that which will surpass you.

Some of us, then, fix the rest.
December 23, 2023 at 6:41 PM
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December 23, 2023 at 6:40 PM