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Ky Simpson
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Glaucos… like glaucoma?! Taking and taking until the good is all gone and things left are useless. Work vocabulary consumes my thoughts.
“Divine days fall like water from a cataract“
“the rich green of forests, the jagged mountains, and the wide out-flung blue of the ocean”
“My other uncles ran to my father’s palace. . .fears spilling from their mouths.”
— Jun 14, 2026 08:21AM
“Divine days fall like water from a cataract“
“the rich green of forests, the jagged mountains, and the wide out-flung blue of the ocean”
“My other uncles ran to my father’s palace. . .fears spilling from their mouths.”
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Ky Simpson
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“. . .I had followed him into his lake of blood and I would be sorry for it all my days.”
— Jun 20, 2026 07:17AM
Ky Simpson
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“My skin felt shot through with power, like the sky before a storm.“
“Oh, Father, it was not our fault. Punish them. As if he had ever needed urging. Helios and his endless wrath.“
“I could see it: the smoky fire and the tang of old bronze, the must of pressed olives. And Odysseus, expertly wrapping his son with shame.”
— Jun 20, 2026 07:17AM
“Oh, Father, it was not our fault. Punish them. As if he had ever needed urging. Helios and his endless wrath.“
“I could see it: the smoky fire and the tang of old bronze, the must of pressed olives. And Odysseus, expertly wrapping his son with shame.”
Ky Simpson
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“I stood there a long time, a bolt-struck the scorched to its roots.”
“So easily those spells had risen in my mind, the ones that wild let me cut his desires from him, like paring rot from fruit.”
“Beneath the bare branches we grieved together, for the man I had known, and the man he had not.“
“The branches tilted around me.“
— Jun 20, 2026 06:55AM
“So easily those spells had risen in my mind, the ones that wild let me cut his desires from him, like paring rot from fruit.”
“Beneath the bare branches we grieved together, for the man I had known, and the man he had not.“
“The branches tilted around me.“
Ky Simpson
is on page 271 of 393
She’s really giving in to the haggard old witch stereotypes now, c’mon Circe
— Jun 16, 2026 05:54AM
Ky Simpson
is on page 137 of 393
Very cool story so far, and great writing.
“the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh”
“The feathers of the bed murmured against each other”
“He stood up — I will not say gracefully, for he was too solidly built for that — but easily, like a door swinging on a well-fitted hinge.”
— Jun 15, 2026 03:16AM
“the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh”
“The feathers of the bed murmured against each other”
“He stood up — I will not say gracefully, for he was too solidly built for that — but easily, like a door swinging on a well-fitted hinge.”