2short2gay2foxy
@keepgivingup.bsky.social
A novella posted only on bluesky
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Rooted in Romani Mythology
Gay As Fuck
Foxy As Hell
I have no idea what I'm doing I just need accountability and a place to put this that isn't a mainstream publisher's slushpile
Enjoy
Each threaded post is a single chapter
Rooted in Romani Mythology
Gay As Fuck
Foxy As Hell
I have no idea what I'm doing I just need accountability and a place to put this that isn't a mainstream publisher's slushpile
Enjoy
sky gods
and to the drunks
the facts about dog-girl-from-the-woods
and the facts are these:
and to the drunks
the facts about dog-girl-from-the-woods
and the facts are these:
October 17, 2025 at 7:32 PM
sky gods
and to the drunks
the facts about dog-girl-from-the-woods
and the facts are these:
and to the drunks
the facts about dog-girl-from-the-woods
and the facts are these:
It is Carnaby Street in the twilight and they fear her
later
in Trisha's bar
they will give up leaves to the smoke
and with ink on their breath they will spill how she
hunted and hounded and herded them
they will give
up
to the
later
in Trisha's bar
they will give up leaves to the smoke
and with ink on their breath they will spill how she
hunted and hounded and herded them
they will give
up
to the
October 17, 2025 at 7:32 PM
It is Carnaby Street in the twilight and they fear her
later
in Trisha's bar
they will give up leaves to the smoke
and with ink on their breath they will spill how she
hunted and hounded and herded them
they will give
up
to the
later
in Trisha's bar
they will give up leaves to the smoke
and with ink on their breath they will spill how she
hunted and hounded and herded them
they will give
up
to the
The shawl had a rip in it – like so many broken things and so many unreal things that shine bright in moon milk.
The woman behind the counter at the pharmacy did not understand either.
She gave up and you went home.
The woman behind the counter at the pharmacy did not understand either.
She gave up and you went home.
October 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
The shawl had a rip in it – like so many broken things and so many unreal things that shine bright in moon milk.
The woman behind the counter at the pharmacy did not understand either.
She gave up and you went home.
The woman behind the counter at the pharmacy did not understand either.
She gave up and you went home.
here
somuchisunreal
somuchisunreal
October 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
here
somuchisunreal
somuchisunreal
and dog-girl-from-the-woods gave up
and the woman from the pharmacy fell to her knees and cried
a river of unreal diamonds
into the new year night
so much is
and the woman from the pharmacy fell to her knees and cried
a river of unreal diamonds
into the new year night
so much is
October 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
and dog-girl-from-the-woods gave up
and the woman from the pharmacy fell to her knees and cried
a river of unreal diamonds
into the new year night
so much is
and the woman from the pharmacy fell to her knees and cried
a river of unreal diamonds
into the new year night
so much is
she saw dog-girl-from-the-woods standing on the bridge over the Thames at Richmond and she was wearing a black shawl studded with unreal diamonds. Their eyes
October 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
she saw dog-girl-from-the-woods standing on the bridge over the Thames at Richmond and she was wearing a black shawl studded with unreal diamonds. Their eyes
here she is.
You stand and let her pour
hot pink
maple ink
inside your ear – but you are no sky god
you listen
but
you do not understand
Instead you can only wonder as she tells you what happened on new year's eve
You stand and let her pour
hot pink
maple ink
inside your ear – but you are no sky god
you listen
but
you do not understand
Instead you can only wonder as she tells you what happened on new year's eve
October 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
here she is.
You stand and let her pour
hot pink
maple ink
inside your ear – but you are no sky god
you listen
but
you do not understand
Instead you can only wonder as she tells you what happened on new year's eve
You stand and let her pour
hot pink
maple ink
inside your ear – but you are no sky god
you listen
but
you do not understand
Instead you can only wonder as she tells you what happened on new year's eve
painkiller for your head
you didn't think it would be open
but it was
you didn't think there would be a woman standing behind the counter of the pharmacy giving up to you you leaves, leaf after leaf, about dog-girl-from-the-woods that are falling from her mouth like psalms
but
you didn't think it would be open
but it was
you didn't think there would be a woman standing behind the counter of the pharmacy giving up to you you leaves, leaf after leaf, about dog-girl-from-the-woods that are falling from her mouth like psalms
but
October 17, 2025 at 5:46 PM
painkiller for your head
you didn't think it would be open
but it was
you didn't think there would be a woman standing behind the counter of the pharmacy giving up to you you leaves, leaf after leaf, about dog-girl-from-the-woods that are falling from her mouth like psalms
but
you didn't think it would be open
but it was
you didn't think there would be a woman standing behind the counter of the pharmacy giving up to you you leaves, leaf after leaf, about dog-girl-from-the-woods that are falling from her mouth like psalms
but
October 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
dog-girl-from-the-woods
never stops her giving up of leaves stained with sunset ink
leaf after leaf
as each one turns
the song of her self
the song of the wood
until
red-dog-mama barks shrill and calls her home
to feast on
never stops her giving up of leaves stained with sunset ink
leaf after leaf
as each one turns
the song of her self
the song of the wood
until
red-dog-mama barks shrill and calls her home
to feast on
October 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
dog-girl-from-the-woods
never stops her giving up of leaves stained with sunset ink
leaf after leaf
as each one turns
the song of her self
the song of the wood
until
red-dog-mama barks shrill and calls her home
to feast on
never stops her giving up of leaves stained with sunset ink
leaf after leaf
as each one turns
the song of her self
the song of the wood
until
red-dog-mama barks shrill and calls her home
to feast on
the ink pools inside her raw red cavity like a dark plum until
dusky skin stretched
tight
in a ripe
O
she births it out –
dirty and bleeding red juice through her teeth
where the sunset sticks in sinewy and fleshy chunks - spongy and delicious
dusky skin stretched
tight
in a ripe
O
she births it out –
dirty and bleeding red juice through her teeth
where the sunset sticks in sinewy and fleshy chunks - spongy and delicious
October 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
the ink pools inside her raw red cavity like a dark plum until
dusky skin stretched
tight
in a ripe
O
she births it out –
dirty and bleeding red juice through her teeth
where the sunset sticks in sinewy and fleshy chunks - spongy and delicious
dusky skin stretched
tight
in a ripe
O
she births it out –
dirty and bleeding red juice through her teeth
where the sunset sticks in sinewy and fleshy chunks - spongy and delicious
this business of giving up
is l
o
n
g the gloaming rests indigo about her bones
and stains the skin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
still
is l
o
n
g the gloaming rests indigo about her bones
and stains the skin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
still
October 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
this business of giving up
is l
o
n
g the gloaming rests indigo about her bones
and stains the skin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
still
is l
o
n
g the gloaming rests indigo about her bones
and stains the skin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
still
a
long
blue ribbon
of a tongue licks down
like a coiling serpent to probe her red
mouth
for
more...
each leaf d
r
i
p
s hot pink ink
like
sap down the grinning chin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
long
blue ribbon
of a tongue licks down
like a coiling serpent to probe her red
mouth
for
more...
each leaf d
r
i
p
s hot pink ink
like
sap down the grinning chin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
October 17, 2025 at 5:23 PM
a
long
blue ribbon
of a tongue licks down
like a coiling serpent to probe her red
mouth
for
more...
each leaf d
r
i
p
s hot pink ink
like
sap down the grinning chin of dog-girl-from-the-woods
long
blue ribbon
of a tongue licks down
like a coiling serpent to probe her red
mouth
for
more...
each leaf d
r
i
p
s hot pink ink
like
sap down the grinning chin of dog-girl-from-the-woods