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
You start walking through the mirror maze. As you look into the hundreds of reflections, you start wondering what will be at the center of the maze.
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After walking through the maze for what seems like hours, you finally come across a heavy curtain. When you brush it aside, you find a small room. a small room. One side is filled up purple and black pillows. The other side of the room has a large black cut-out in the shape of a clown. It's kind of creepy.
"Daphne?" You call out.
One of the pillows shifts. A small, fluffy worm, the size and length of a rat snake, comes out. "How do you know my name?"
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"Gertrude asked me to come find you. Are you...lost in here?" You walk over to the pillows and crouch down.
"I thought I saw Penelope come in here." Daphne flicks her string toward the clown. "But when I came into the maze, these horrible blue monsters appeared in the mirrors and chased me all the way to the back. I was too scared to leave."
You tell her that the monsters are gone. She slithers onto your arm and you both go back to the midway.