I had to sit with this for a while before I could even begin to respond… because you wove beauty into something I hate most: almosts. And yet, in your hands, almosts weren’t hesitation or lack, but the breath between creation and ruin, the space where art lingers before it fully takes shape. Masterfully done.
I thought we’d lose Little Sir Menace… and well, we almost did. This was brilliant in more ways than I can put into words. I don’t have the eloquence to express it fully, but I’ve never loved your stories more than I do this one—even if it speaks of the thing I hate most. Almosts.
That’s the sweetest thing to wake up to in the morning, I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed it.
I couldn’t bear losing Little Sir Menace right now, he’s absolutely adorable whenever he crashes into the chapters. Half the time he isn’t even supposed to have a scene at all but he makes his way in every time.
The mystery and description are so capyivating! I was going to cry when it seemed like Orrin had to leave Little Sir Menace 😭 THANK YOU for not being that kind of author 🥹 I cannot express how much I enjoyed each and every little line, and the concept of almostness and how it's ok to take a break when doing what you love ✨️ and the bond between Orrin and Little Sir Menace just breaks my heart in two (millions) 💔
Thank you so much! I can’t be that kind of author, it’s why I write my short stories the way I do, because I need some sort of lasting perspective between characters that’s not cliffhanger and angst 🥹 so yes, big fan of closure myself
Thank you so much again for taking the time to read it 💛💐
I had to sit with this for a while before I could even begin to respond… because you wove beauty into something I hate most: almosts. And yet, in your hands, almosts weren’t hesitation or lack, but the breath between creation and ruin, the space where art lingers before it fully takes shape. Masterfully done.
I thought we’d lose Little Sir Menace… and well, we almost did. This was brilliant in more ways than I can put into words. I don’t have the eloquence to express it fully, but I’ve never loved your stories more than I do this one—even if it speaks of the thing I hate most. Almosts.
That’s the sweetest thing to wake up to in the morning, I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed it.
I couldn’t bear losing Little Sir Menace right now, he’s absolutely adorable whenever he crashes into the chapters. Half the time he isn’t even supposed to have a scene at all but he makes his way in every time.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read 💛
Always love the idea of the characters making through your work on their accord. Making creation a little more magical than it already is. 🫶
The mystery and description are so capyivating! I was going to cry when it seemed like Orrin had to leave Little Sir Menace 😭 THANK YOU for not being that kind of author 🥹 I cannot express how much I enjoyed each and every little line, and the concept of almostness and how it's ok to take a break when doing what you love ✨️ and the bond between Orrin and Little Sir Menace just breaks my heart in two (millions) 💔
Thank you so much! I can’t be that kind of author, it’s why I write my short stories the way I do, because I need some sort of lasting perspective between characters that’s not cliffhanger and angst 🥹 so yes, big fan of closure myself
Thank you so much again for taking the time to read it 💛💐