Dream scenes, aching quiet, and characters who love too hard and never say it right.
I'm still learning how to write. But they won't stop showing up.
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Stories by Tea R
Held in Hours
In a forgotten watch shop on a quiet street, time doesn't pass-it breathes.
Kai, a poor clock repairer, lives...
I Was a Chair in My Own Story
a Held in Hours vignette
-a bitter, helpless narrator trapped in their own tragic script
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One More Run
One second I was in my room. The next-I'm running. Trains. Hoverboards. Graffiti. I know this place. This is...