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For Writers Who Feel the Pull of the Moon
A creative sanctuary for weird fiction and genre-bending storytellers—especially those building creative lives in the margins
THE RIDES
You continue down the path, marveling at the way the carnival has come alive around you.
Once old and worn down, the Ferris Wheel is now spinning jauntily, and the slide is a rushing rapid. Going here won't give you any new information, but you can take a rest there anyway.
You still don't trust the alley of stalls enough to go near here. Maybe you should try the FORTUNE TELLER'S BOOTH instead?
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