Blotters Blog of The Odd Occurrence

December 8, 2025

The cypress slough grows deep and true.

The water still but blue.

The mud deep enough to sink and never will the body blink.

Go forth and support!

Glamor spells to glamor hells.

Be careful what you wish for lest the mirror shatter and cut you on the it's way down.

The trees have teeth.

In the whisping darkness when you walk beneath their grasping boughs,

you might be unfortunate enough to hear the clicking, grinned snapping teeth and the trees watch you.

As they know you are soon to be easy picking.

The land will swallow the lords once more.

It will open up and bare its cement and rebar teeth.

It will chew them apart and devour your woes.