My name is Aisling. I come from a family of architects. We are commonly known by humans as the mythical “sand men.” We are responsible for creating dreams. During our apprenticeship, each architect is assigned to an individual. We watch over them during the day so that we can craft their dreams at night based on the day’s events.

I was assigned to a girl named Emma. Architects are not supposed to...

Love was a soft death

Much like drowning, something life-giving wrapping around you and choking breath from your lungs.

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She was radiant

Her dreams were gentle and comforting, conforming easily to trained hands. Her skin was milk-fresh, shining and smooth, lit with star-song and incense.

I built for her once, to begin. But I knew my limits. Her smile captivated me. Her eyes were onyx, cunning, ...

Hopeless dreamer

Isn’t she lovely

I’d just like to meet her

But she doesn’t see me

Get her attention

Just say Hi

I guess I should mention

Never say goodbye...

I could see her. I really could. Her eyes shined with wonder and affection, yet deep withen her gaze I saw chaos as well. Her hair fell in dark loose waves that almost seemed to float around her.

I fell for her the way you fall from the grasp of a wonderfull dream. All at once.

I swear she was real. I thought of her every day, my memory of our conversations always strongest in the morning.

S...

I am the queen of the architects. I have two rules.

The first is you may not create dreams for yourself or others.

The second is you may not interact with the humans.

The first rule is not broken often. If someone does break it, they are banished to live among humans. They were the ones eager to experience dreams.

The second has never been broken. Until now.

I can’t technically prove that he has f...

Repost cus I have writers block 😜

I am made entirely of flaws

Stitched together by good intentions

Those stitches

The yarn

You

Don’t you see

You’re the thread

You’re the reason they look past my flaws

On those rainy march days

My eyes heavy

My skin red and splotty

You are there to fix this broken doll

My wool hair I have cut off

For it is not good enough

You sew on silk in its place

The buttons...

I’ve got turkey and ham roasting, stuffing, potatoes, cranberry sauce, all to be inhaled in the next couple hours. Apple pie for dessert. Then we crash into a food coma. No time to write something Prompt-worthy! Whatever you’re doing/celebrating, have a good one!...

She watched him sleep, as she often did.

He never knew she was there, and she could never let that happen. It was against everything that she stood for, everything that she lived for. But there was something about him that was different from all the others. And so she watched him, sleeping, as the hours passed and the darkened skies journeyed toward dawn.

She had been an Architect for as long as...

Felicity got into bed, her eyes growing heavier by the second.

She glanced at her dream journal beside her bed and sighed.

“Let’s hope no more nightmares tonight,” she whispered.

She shut the lights off and pulled the blankets over her, silently praying the sharp talons of darkness wouldn’t stab her tonight.

“Felicity! RUN!!” Her mother shouted in the middle of a corn field.

The stars were f...

Every night, the architects worked in silence, shaping the dreams of mortals. Their hands were deft, mouldng shadows into whispers and light into longing. It was a job without fanfare, but it kept the world sane. An architect, with kind eyes, laugh lines and a tired smile, found himself drawn to a dreamer. Her dreams were warm, paintings of sunlit beaches and poems of salt laden winds. He lingered...