Published in Robot vibes
Published in Robot vibes
Published in Robot vibes
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Image credit by private collection
Image credit by private collection
Nadine Wessels
Nadine Wessels
Nadine Wessels
Nadine Wessels ~ anonymous writer for rent.👻 Alas the enormity of the void has swallowed me whole! Start again. What a pleasure, my notebook got a virus but I'm suffering the consequence. Look, I appreciate the input but I refuse to be seen as an electrical output. It makes me mean. SUBHUMANS unite, bring the so-called misfits and the freaks, we're about to unwind the rabbit hole. Check you later. 💜☮️
Nadine Wessels ~ anonymous writer for rent.👻 Alas the enormity of the void has swallowed me whole! Start again. What a pleasure, my notebook got a virus but I'm suffering the consequence. Look, I appreciate the input but I refuse to be seen as an electrical output. It makes me mean. SUBHUMANS unite, bring the so-called misfits and the freaks, we're about to unwind the rabbit hole. Check you later. 💜☮️
Nadine Wessels ~ anonymous writer for rent.👻 Alas the enormity of the void has swallowed me whole! Start again. What a pleasure, my notebook got a virus but I'm suffering the consequence. Look, I appreciate the input but I refuse to be seen as an electrical output. It makes me mean. SUBHUMANS unite, bring the so-called misfits and the freaks, we're about to unwind the rabbit hole. Check you later. 💜☮️
June 12, 2023
June 12, 2023
June 12, 2023
Lost for words
Lost for words
Lost for words
Go with the flow
Go with the flow
Go with the flow
Stop talking.
No, not forever. Just take some time to reflect. The ripple effect of your words soon become a Tsunami. (I should be so lucky😘). Yes, I concede that I am possibly the love child of a record player and a mic. No, do not picture it.
That's me when nobody's watching.
(At least I thought nobody was - whoops).
Playing at Ghost in the Shell
~ try safe linking whilst diving under. (It won't protect you, but the illusion is alluring.
Four and a half decades later, +/_ That's what my devices are telling me. Knew there was a reason for the barcode tattoo. Except someone scanned me wrong. Very disappointing for my ancestry. Sorry Grandma, please don't smack me again, you hit like thunder!
Cinders, the escape artist.
For those of you unfamiliar with Cinders a quick history lesson. Cinders is the adopted daughter of a prince and a lady of the night. Or the other way around - if you understand my drift. To clarify: a royal and a grifter. She is hell bent of reclaiming her country and has made some good friends in a forest in "La-la" land. See Cinders - A Fantasy fairytale.
( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)
Chapter one: The Yarn artist
Whilst out hunting, a mythical unicorn suddenly distracted Cinders. She approached it with all the stealth she could. Little did she know that this little pony was a trap. As soon as the mirage appeared, she fell into a magical well from which she could not escape. When she eventually regained consciousness, it was only to see the bars snap shut behind her. She could hear the laughter of drunken men, speaking in an unknown tongue.
"Trapped again" she thought to herself. As the days turned into nights and back into days, she lay there. "This is how my story ends" she scrawled on the wall. After hunger hollowed her cheeks and weakened her resolve, she finally decided to become one with her cage.
Becoming ONE and making her peace lifted her spirits. As she lay in the dirt, allowing the insects to burrow into her mouth and ears. Suddenly acutely aware of her doom.
Unexpectedly, a spider appeared to her, whispering in her ear "You do not end here. I'll show you how to trap a butterfly." Cinders stared at the spider. Not sure whether she was hallucinating this episode.
"I AM NO SPIDER! I once hunted deer and bears in this forest" the voice in her head told her. "And I am real!"
Despite herself, Cinders could not stop the tears of joy running down her face. The spider might not have been real, but at least it was talking to her. Scolding her, in fact.
As she watched, entranced by the delicate motions of building a sparkling yarn of pure silk that shone in every light and from every angle, she realized the truth.
"Angels can only be trapped in certain forms, my child," said the spider. "You, yourself fell victim to one of them."
"I am no angel, mr. Spider" Cinders thought aloud.
"Maybe …" the spider shrugged. Eight joints moving in unison. At that, Cinders laughed for the first time in what felt like a decade.
"You find me comical? With your frame I wouldn't try any mirror magic as yet…You have not seen the sun or the moon in how long?"
"I do not know, kind spider. You bit me, and now I am talking to you. Is my blood that poisoned?"
"Poisoned?" the spider stopped and once again crawled onto her hand. "If not for me you would have died. I was the one who fed off the poison in your mind. Making you become one with all your heart."
"Do you want to be free Cinders? Is that what you truly desire?"
⨔Fin. 🕸️🧭
Keep on reading to find out what happens next.
Thank you all for supporting me during this time.
Resigner 💜🫵👾
#justmoveforward
Your move.
Stop talking.
No, not forever. Just take some time to reflect. The ripple effect of your words soon become a Tsunami. (I should be so lucky😘). Yes, I concede that I am possibly the love child of a record player and a mic. No, do not picture it.
That's me when nobody's watching.
(At least I thought nobody was - whoops).
Playing at Ghost in the Shell
~ try safe linking whilst diving under. (It won't protect you, but the illusion is alluring.
Four and a half decades later, +/_ That's what my devices are telling me. Knew there was a reason for the barcode tattoo. Except someone scanned me wrong. Very disappointing for my ancestry. Sorry Grandma, please don't smack me again, you hit like thunder!
Cinders, the escape artist.
For those of you unfamiliar with Cinders a quick history lesson. Cinders is the adopted daughter of a prince and a lady of the night. Or the other way around - if you understand my drift. To clarify: a royal and a grifter. She is hell bent of reclaiming her country and has made some good friends in a forest in "La-la" land. See Cinders - A Fantasy fairytale.
( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)
Chapter one: The Yarn artist
Whilst out hunting, a mythical unicorn suddenly distracted Cinders. She approached it with all the stealth she could. Little did she know that this little pony was a trap. As soon as the mirage appeared, she fell into a magical well from which she could not escape. When she eventually regained consciousness, it was only to see the bars snap shut behind her. She could hear the laughter of drunken men, speaking in an unknown tongue.
"Trapped again" she thought to herself. As the days turned into nights and back into days, she lay there. "This is how my story ends" she scrawled on the wall. After hunger hollowed her cheeks and weakened her resolve, she finally decided to become one with her cage.
Becoming ONE and making her peace lifted her spirits. As she lay in the dirt, allowing the insects to burrow into her mouth and ears. Suddenly acutely aware of her doom.
Unexpectedly, a spider appeared to her, whispering in her ear "You do not end here. I'll show you how to trap a butterfly." Cinders stared at the spider. Not sure whether she was hallucinating this episode.
"I AM NO SPIDER! I once hunted deer and bears in this forest" the voice in her head told her. "And I am real!"
Despite herself, Cinders could not stop the tears of joy running down her face. The spider might not have been real, but at least it was talking to her. Scolding her, in fact.
As she watched, entranced by the delicate motions of building a sparkling yarn of pure silk that shone in every light and from every angle, she realized the truth.
"Angels can only be trapped in certain forms, my child," said the spider. "You, yourself fell victim to one of them."
"I am no angel, mr. Spider" Cinders thought aloud.
"Maybe …" the spider shrugged. Eight joints moving in unison. At that, Cinders laughed for the first time in what felt like a decade.
"You find me comical? With your frame I wouldn't try any mirror magic as yet…You have not seen the sun or the moon in how long?"
"I do not know, kind spider. You bit me, and now I am talking to you. Is my blood that poisoned?"
"Poisoned?" the spider stopped and once again crawled onto her hand. "If not for me you would have died. I was the one who fed off the poison in your mind. Making you become one with all your heart."
"Do you want to be free Cinders? Is that what you truly desire?"
⨔Fin. 🕸️🧭
Keep on reading to find out what happens next.
Thank you all for supporting me during this time.
Resigner 💜🫵👾
#justmoveforward
Your move.
Stop talking.
No, not forever. Just take some time to reflect. The ripple effect of your words soon become a Tsunami. (I should be so lucky😘). Yes, I concede that I am possibly the love child of a record player and a mic. No, do not picture it.
That's me when nobody's watching.
(At least I thought nobody was - whoops).
Playing at Ghost in the Shell
~ try safe linking whilst diving under. (It won't protect you, but the illusion is alluring.
Four and a half decades later, +/_ That's what my devices are telling me. Knew there was a reason for the barcode tattoo. Except someone scanned me wrong. Very disappointing for my ancestry. Sorry Grandma, please don't smack me again, you hit like thunder!
Cinders, the escape artist.
For those of you unfamiliar with Cinders a quick history lesson. Cinders is the adopted daughter of a prince and a lady of the night. Or the other way around - if you understand my drift. To clarify: a royal and a grifter. She is hell bent of reclaiming her country and has made some good friends in a forest in "La-la" land. See Cinders - A Fantasy fairytale.
( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)
Chapter one: The Yarn artist
Whilst out hunting, a mythical unicorn suddenly distracted Cinders. She approached it with all the stealth she could. Little did she know that this little pony was a trap. As soon as the mirage appeared, she fell into a magical well from which she could not escape. When she eventually regained consciousness, it was only to see the bars snap shut behind her. She could hear the laughter of drunken men, speaking in an unknown tongue.
"Trapped again" she thought to herself. As the days turned into nights and back into days, she lay there. "This is how my story ends" she scrawled on the wall. After hunger hollowed her cheeks and weakened her resolve, she finally decided to become one with her cage.
Becoming ONE and making her peace lifted her spirits. As she lay in the dirt, allowing the insects to burrow into her mouth and ears. Suddenly acutely aware of her doom.
Unexpectedly, a spider appeared to her, whispering in her ear "You do not end here. I'll show you how to trap a butterfly." Cinders stared at the spider. Not sure whether she was hallucinating this episode.
"I AM NO SPIDER! I once hunted deer and bears in this forest" the voice in her head told her. "And I am real!"
Despite herself, Cinders could not stop the tears of joy running down her face. The spider might not have been real, but at least it was talking to her. Scolding her, in fact.
As she watched, entranced by the delicate motions of building a sparkling yarn of pure silk that shone in every light and from every angle, she realized the truth.
"Angels can only be trapped in certain forms, my child," said the spider. "You, yourself fell victim to one of them."
"I am no angel, mr. Spider" Cinders thought aloud.
"Maybe …" the spider shrugged. Eight joints moving in unison. At that, Cinders laughed for the first time in what felt like a decade.
"You find me comical? With your frame I wouldn't try any mirror magic as yet…You have not seen the sun or the moon in how long?"
"I do not know, kind spider. You bit me, and now I am talking to you. Is my blood that poisoned?"
"Poisoned?" the spider stopped and once again crawled onto her hand. "If not for me you would have died. I was the one who fed off the poison in your mind. Making you become one with all your heart."
"Do you want to be free Cinders? Is that what you truly desire?"
⨔Fin. 🕸️🧭
Keep on reading to find out what happens next.
Thank you all for supporting me during this time.
Resigner 💜🫵👾
#justmoveforward
Your move.
