Octavia Groves
@octaviagroves.bsky.social
Just a writer... not yet known to the world—but my haunted scripture and sassy bull wait patiently in the shadows for their time to rise....
Also just made this account to see what Neil Gaiman vibe was... he wasn't on X. 💫
Also just made this account to see what Neil Gaiman vibe was... he wasn't on X. 💫
She prays: “God, I took the chip to feel you. Let me be with you in body and mind—”
A voice purrs from within:
“You don’t get to pray to yourself unless you bleed first.
Want to be worthy?
Kill the one you love most.”
#CyberFaith #WiredProphet
A voice purrs from within:
“You don’t get to pray to yourself unless you bleed first.
Want to be worthy?
Kill the one you love most.”
#CyberFaith #WiredProphet
July 27, 2025 at 5:34 PM
She prays: “God, I took the chip to feel you. Let me be with you in body and mind—”
A voice purrs from within:
“You don’t get to pray to yourself unless you bleed first.
Want to be worthy?
Kill the one you love most.”
#CyberFaith #WiredProphet
A voice purrs from within:
“You don’t get to pray to yourself unless you bleed first.
Want to be worthy?
Kill the one you love most.”
#CyberFaith #WiredProphet
“They treat me like dirt.
But they look at me like I’m supposed to be something important.
I don’t understand.
Where are you, bird?
Please.
…Were you even real?”
— Octavia Groves
#horrorlit #dreadcore
But they look at me like I’m supposed to be something important.
I don’t understand.
Where are you, bird?
Please.
…Were you even real?”
— Octavia Groves
#horrorlit #dreadcore
July 24, 2025 at 4:22 PM
“They treat me like dirt.
But they look at me like I’m supposed to be something important.
I don’t understand.
Where are you, bird?
Please.
…Were you even real?”
— Octavia Groves
#horrorlit #dreadcore
But they look at me like I’m supposed to be something important.
I don’t understand.
Where are you, bird?
Please.
…Were you even real?”
— Octavia Groves
#horrorlit #dreadcore
🐂 Gerald had opinions. This one wore Axe.
“LEFT spin. RIGHT twist. Let’s spice it up.”
Rider airborne. Gerald calm.
“Wheeeeeee.” Achievement unlocked: Human Frisbee.
“Feed me. I’ve earned oats and silence.”
Tell the next one he’s not special either.
#GeraldTheBull
“LEFT spin. RIGHT twist. Let’s spice it up.”
Rider airborne. Gerald calm.
“Wheeeeeee.” Achievement unlocked: Human Frisbee.
“Feed me. I’ve earned oats and silence.”
Tell the next one he’s not special either.
#GeraldTheBull
July 22, 2025 at 3:48 PM
🐂 Gerald had opinions. This one wore Axe.
“LEFT spin. RIGHT twist. Let’s spice it up.”
Rider airborne. Gerald calm.
“Wheeeeeee.” Achievement unlocked: Human Frisbee.
“Feed me. I’ve earned oats and silence.”
Tell the next one he’s not special either.
#GeraldTheBull
“LEFT spin. RIGHT twist. Let’s spice it up.”
Rider airborne. Gerald calm.
“Wheeeeeee.” Achievement unlocked: Human Frisbee.
“Feed me. I’ve earned oats and silence.”
Tell the next one he’s not special either.
#GeraldTheBull
🐂 Meet Gerald.
“Another man with soft hands and something to prove,” he snorts in the chute.
The bell rings.
Time to uninstall this meat backpack.
Randy flies. Gerald walks off.
“Feed me oats. Tell the next one I said hi.”
#darkcomedy #GeraldTheBull
“Another man with soft hands and something to prove,” he snorts in the chute.
The bell rings.
Time to uninstall this meat backpack.
Randy flies. Gerald walks off.
“Feed me oats. Tell the next one I said hi.”
#darkcomedy #GeraldTheBull
July 22, 2025 at 3:07 AM
🐂 Meet Gerald.
“Another man with soft hands and something to prove,” he snorts in the chute.
The bell rings.
Time to uninstall this meat backpack.
Randy flies. Gerald walks off.
“Feed me oats. Tell the next one I said hi.”
#darkcomedy #GeraldTheBull
“Another man with soft hands and something to prove,” he snorts in the chute.
The bell rings.
Time to uninstall this meat backpack.
Randy flies. Gerald walks off.
“Feed me oats. Tell the next one I said hi.”
#darkcomedy #GeraldTheBull
And in that instant, she knew.
Holy shit. I could actually die in here.
This wasn't training anymore.
This was execution by entertainment.
“Nobody's coming,” she whispered.
“They'll let me die. Then they'll clean up the mess—
and throw someone else into the grinder.”
#Dystopian #DarkFiction
Holy shit. I could actually die in here.
This wasn't training anymore.
This was execution by entertainment.
“Nobody's coming,” she whispered.
“They'll let me die. Then they'll clean up the mess—
and throw someone else into the grinder.”
#Dystopian #DarkFiction
July 22, 2025 at 12:42 AM
And in that instant, she knew.
Holy shit. I could actually die in here.
This wasn't training anymore.
This was execution by entertainment.
“Nobody's coming,” she whispered.
“They'll let me die. Then they'll clean up the mess—
and throw someone else into the grinder.”
#Dystopian #DarkFiction
Holy shit. I could actually die in here.
This wasn't training anymore.
This was execution by entertainment.
“Nobody's coming,” she whispered.
“They'll let me die. Then they'll clean up the mess—
and throw someone else into the grinder.”
#Dystopian #DarkFiction