“If you ever see a path of white stones—don’t step on them. I did. And it gave me exactly what I asked for. The perfect man... Just not the perfect ending.”

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“You think I bring life,” he said, tracing the rim of the cup with fingers that weren’t entirely fingers.

Outside, the trees pressed closer to the window.

“Please sit. And I do,” he continued. “Just not the kind you expect.”

A vine slipped across the floor, slow and deliberate.

I didn’t move.

“Growth,” he said softly, “doesn’t stop just because you’re in the way.”

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Friday Coffee rule: If it’s growing too fast… it’s already decided where you fit.

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“People expect horror in autumn,” the thing across from me said. It was something green and half-rooted that smiled without warmth.

“That’s because they mistake death for danger,” it continued wrapping it’s hands around a cup of coffee.  

“What should they fear?” I asked.

It looked toward the window where outside branches were budding. 

“Anything,” it said softly, “that starts to grow too fast.”

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Thursday rule: Never trust a season just because it arrives in bloom.

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What’s scarier to you???

A monster that appears out of nowhere…

Or one that was always being created?

Mine is definitely the one always being created. There is no way for you to over come the fear because it's always changing.

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Morning Coffee...
“You think they’re afraid of me because of what I am?” it asked.

I didn’t answer.

Its claws tapped lightly against the mug.

“They’re not,” it continued. “They’re afraid because they know why I’m here.”

Outside, the forest was quiet.

Too quiet.

“They made me,” it said, almost thoughtfully.

“And now they don’t want to remember how.”

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