Canned feelings
Based on Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, Red & Duck, fanfiction tribute micro-fiction. Red’s perspective.
Our house is dark. I can’t see you but I feel you next to me and I tell you with my heart in my throat that I like looking at you. You say the same thing. It’s like the lights are on again and a waterfall is tumbling over us.
“Hold my hand and we’re half wayyy there—-
You whisper in a gravely, stoic voice, and I feel so safe in a house full of hellish nightmares.
“There’s a place for us,” you kiss my face. “Somewhere, someday.”
I smell a rotting, smoking can, full of guts.
Full of us.
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Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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The whole of West Side Story & its aftermath encapsulated in just a few words.
A horror piece with sweet sentiment ❤️
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