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K.A. Hela ✨ Final edits?✨
@jundlife.bsky.social
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SPED teacher by day, secret writer on the sly.
Mediocre Magic: The Gathering player, Bar Trivia Teammate, FF14 Treasure Hunter, Reader of Weird Books, Paint By Number Master, Documentary Hound, Owner of a three-legged cat.

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Our hero muses on the Internet
From "HatWIP"
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I stare at the screen of this stupid machine. This is the device that had implanted the idea of prayer mindvirus into my desperate mother’s head. There should be an intelligence test before people are allowed to post online. Too much information is a dangerous thing, especially for people grasping at straws. I find myself opening Internet Explorer also subconsciously. I am now sitting on the landing page of Lycos messing boards. With one twitch of my finger I could reach into the electronic void and know I am not alone. I can have all my biases confirmed.
December 5, 2025 at 10:14 AM
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Pics can't quite capture it but here is my view of the super cold moon from my writing spot on my couch.
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December 4, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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Our hero muses about the mall.
From "HatWIP"
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I drive behind the aforementioned Brass Mill Center. The mall itself is the beacon to all teenager kind. It lures them in with the promises of all the luxuries this temple to capitalism could provide. You could enjoy soft pretzels, have coffee with a friend or you play presidents and interns with your significant other in the back of the movie theater, if you catch my drift. The mall holds no such pleasures for me. I am more inclined to partake in our former leaders' other vices. I do enjoy the free parking though. I abandon my steed, relying on the watchful eyes of the CCTV cameras to keep her safe while I wander into the more colorful neighborhoods this semi city has to offer.
December 4, 2025 at 10:10 AM
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Power Move
From "HatWIP"
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She pulls out and lights a cigarette oh so casually. I hate cigarettes. I think they are another waste of money but the sight of the slim yet phallic stick between her lips threatens to change my mind. She approaches us. She blows smoke right into our faces. She knows we cannot physically fight back against her female form. It violates the social contract. Hers is a move of pure dominance.
December 3, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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More moon stuff (Also I get to connect to a snip I used the other day)
From "HatWIP"
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“So you said you were going to tell me about the moon, but I don’t see it,” she finally says looking up. “Moonrise is not for another hour. It will be a waning gibbous somewhere around seventy percent luminosity. Each night it will rise later and become less luminous. Our world is heading into darkness,” I say and she turns to look at me fully. “What are you, some kind of science goth?” she asks and I shrug. “The moon is predictable. It’s not hard to learn its patterns, I have always paid attention to the patterns of light,” I say, suddenly very aware of how weird I must sound.
December 2, 2025 at 10:10 AM
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December 1, 2025 at 10:15 PM
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Final word count for November shenanigans....
21,270 in HatWip, 4,162 for my rewrite and 1,685 misc. Not bad. Hoping for a finished draft December
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Graph of word progress
December 1, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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Our hero muses on Giant Squids (Who are red because red light is the first color to disappear in deep water. Bonus fact!)
From "HatWIP"

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Even architeuthis dux, the famed giant squid, master of the deep, claims a crimson hue. It allows them to hunt, invisible in the abyss, darker than black. It allows them to be a void. Its only rival being the sperm whale who does not rely on radiation to stalk its prey, but sound. Giant squids also have the esteemed distinction of having the largest eyes in nature. Eyes the size of dinner plates. Yet, these eyes I look upon now are beyond even the master of the deep. These blood red eyes belong to a God of the abyss, one to which I am enthralled.
December 1, 2025 at 10:12 AM
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Our hero gets caught looking at some very sexy tidal charts
From "HatWIP"
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I find myself engrossed with a graph relating to the pull of the moon on the tides. Depending on the alignment of the planet, sun, moon and our place in our elliptic orbit the tides also wax and wane. We even have a word for when these astrological forces combine to make the highest tides possible, we call them Perigean tides. We also call them ‘king tides’ because people struggle with big words. “What the fuck are you looking at now?” a voice cuts through my oceanianic reverie. Fuck, it’s Mel. I was not mentally prepared to engage with her right now. I look down at my nautical chart filled top to bottom with numbers representing oscillating tidal flows. I am not making a very good case for being a normal person. “Would you believe me if I told you this is about the moon?” I ask, trying to give her a friendly smile.
November 30, 2025 at 11:55 AM
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A totally normal conversation to have with your pastor.
From "HatWIP"
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“Have you ever spoken to your God?” “God speaks to me through prayer,” he gives his most charming smile. “Not through prayer. Prayers are words, your words, spoken to yourself. Can I tell you a secret Paster?” “You can tell me anything,” his eyes dilate slightly. “Real Gods do not use words. They speak as fluttering insect wings. I know this because I have spoken with one. Do you want to know the message those thousand beating wings revealed?” Rowen’s eyes have narrowed. He suspects a trap. He is right in a way. As a man who had dedicated his life to things unseen, the temptation of arcane knowledge is too much for him to resist. If my sin is the sin of angels, his is the sin of Eve. “Of course,” he is led into temptation and I will now deliver him to evil.
November 29, 2025 at 11:29 AM
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Our hero muses on radiation
From "HatWIP"
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The background radiation of the area is still above normal to this day. The health department says it is an acceptable amount of ‘above normal’ and not to worry about it. Just like they told the young woman. Boy, is that a relief. Radiation is known historically for obeying the laws and regulations of humanity. The atoms are doing nothing wrong. They are simply shedding their extra ions in a valiant effort to decay into a sane and stable element such as lead. Just another example of the thing we call entropy in action. The slow breakdown of all things. The beautiful glow of radiation is really just an attempt of the atoms to join a perfect state free of chaos. I envy their ability to actually make it happen.
November 27, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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Our hero muses on a nice morning - (sure hope nothing bad happens later)
From "HatWIP"
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I am back in the field. Daylight. The sun has just risen creating a second golden hour as the light sparkles off the wet grass. The weather front has pushed away the rain to the north and hurricane Erin is preventing anything else from coming from the south. It creates a perfect cloudless sky. Skiers would use the word ‘blue bird day’ up in Stowe or Okemo.
November 26, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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Just smoking and talking about the moon.
From "HatWIP"

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“The moon is predictable. It’s not hard to learn its patterns, I have always paid attention to the patterns of light,” I say, suddenly very aware of how weird I must sound. Aren't people supposed to talk about weird things while high? “Are you sure you are not autistic?” “Pretty sure, maybe one day they will invent a better test and diagnose me. I just appreciate how perfect our moon is. Did you know our planet is the only one in the solar system that’s moon is the same size as the sun, from our perspective anyway. It allows for one hundred percent totality during a solar eclipse. It is almost mathematically impossible yet it happens here, on a planet with sentient life that can understand its rarity. I think that is beautiful, I don’t care if it makes me sound autistic,” I say and feel the weight of Mel’s gaze upon me. She is sizing me up again, but not as a threat. She is trying to understand me as a curiosity.
November 25, 2025 at 10:14 AM
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Dial-up song goes "EEEEEEE WAHHHHH EEEEE, EWAHEWAHWEA SHHHHHHHHHHH HSSSSSSSSSSS"
From "HatWIP"
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I am once again staring at my Gateway. This electronic temptress, usually only good for revealing sexual acts I have no hope of commiting, now holds another forbidden pleasure; knowledge. The original sin. The dial-up noise is too loud for the hour of the night. The DSL people need to hurry up and free my geographic location from the restraints of using the telephone lines for all forms of communication. I hate how other people can physically hear when I am surfing the Information Super Highway. This is supposed to be a private affair. The electronic noise ceases its Internet summoning song. I am now free to lose my sanity.
November 24, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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Chris Hessian has been plagued by Shadows since almost dying at six years old.
Now, they are increasing in frequency.
The Red Eyed God calls him to witness a great change.
The old world is dying. A new one is struggling to be born.
Now is the time of monsters.....
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HatWIP Adult Horror 53k and counting. Beta coming winter 26. Lead yourself into temptation. Deliver yourself into evil. "I could not shake the thought, what if I had been dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight? Would I even care?"
November 23, 2025 at 4:26 PM
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Feeding everyone's favorite alley cat...Scraps
From "HatWIP"
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My eyes detect movement. Scraps! His tabby ass has decided I am not so much a threat that he risks eating in my presence. There is no greater honor than being trusted by a cat. I pause my smoking to watch him extend his head and neck out from under the dumpster and take a bite of tuna. He does not trust me completely enough to risk exposure of his whole body but that is fine with me. Baby steps. Scraps whips his head up suddenly in my direction, his ears go back and he hisses. He then disappears back under the dumpster. I figure that his trust is not quite all the way there. It’s ok, I am used to being a thing that makes people wary.
November 21, 2025 at 10:10 AM
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Big day - I get to use my opening lines! Critique welcome! Let me know if I am being too bleak (or setting the general vibes just right).
CW: mentions of child death
From "HatWIP"

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I should have died when I was six. I suppose this is something that should make me feel better about my life. Something that should make every single moment special and meaningful. I should be thanking God I survived, and appreciating the life that was granted to me, because so many other people do die at the age of six. Their deaths are tragedies. They make the paper. People read the stories and silently think to themselves, that will never happen to my children. But it happens all the time. They die from dramatic yet mundane things: cancer, a car wreck, choking on a grape. Not me, though. I should have died because I am cursed.
November 20, 2025 at 10:25 AM
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Our hero muses on the dreaded "Mall Walkers"
From "HatWIP"
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It is a school day and the mall is emptied of its usual teenage patronage. Now is the time for another species unique to the mall habitat; the dreaded mall walkers. They are a pack animal resplendent in their neon track pants. They cruise the climate controlled halls. These third space parasites buy nothing even though they have the financial weight of my entire senior class combined. If youth is wasted on the young then money is wasted on the old.
November 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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Shy....
From "HatWIP

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I realize I am now a threat to her reputation. If these other girls see Mel hanging out in the dark, alone with me, the social ramifications could be dire. I can’t do that to her. I flick away the end of blunt so the other girls cannot have it. Then I slowly melt backwards into the darkness. It only takes a few steps before I am indiscernible from any other teenage boy.
November 18, 2025 at 9:50 AM
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Gotta have that fresh drip
From "HatWIP"

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I spend my morning instead applying a thick layer of black nail polish to my fingers. I do not care about actual style, but like bright colors in nature, the paint acts like a natural warning sign to my peers to keep away. That I can be dangerous. My black metal tee shirt and ball chain necklace creates a similar effect. My clothes are my armour. I finish by applying small amounts of gel to my hair, creating small spikes, completing the illusion of a fierce creature.
November 17, 2025 at 10:05 AM
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Our hero muses on salt
From "HatWIP"
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Made of two poisons ionically bonded together, salt has also been praised for its purifying effects. Used to preserve food from spoilage, salt has earned its reputation through its actions, not just symbology. The British even tried to block off the salt supply to treasonous Boston during the early days of the American Revolution. They did not count on the savvy and practical Cape Codders to start their own domestic salt production distilled from the sea itself, an industry that lasted decades after the blockade was lifted. America is built on salt. It runs in my New England veins.
November 16, 2025 at 12:31 PM
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The invention of Kudos bars truly was the peak of human civilization...
From "HatWIP"
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I make the mistake of reading the nutrition label on the Kudos; all sugar and fat. My ancestors would weep for such a bounty but now we live long enough for that bounty to slowly kill us. Progress.
November 15, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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I can use my Friday snip on Friday! Happy Friday y'all.
From "HatWIP"
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After five long days it is the end of the school week. We use the word Friday for this symbolic day of liberation, named after the Norse God Freyja or Frigg. I like Frigg. It’s funnier. Frigg off Friday.
November 14, 2025 at 9:52 AM
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Our hero meets a bad dude who has some bad news
From "HatWIP"

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He is here to bask in a manifestation of pure odium upon the world. He is here to watch the world burn. Buildings, humans, dreams and futures will be consumed in a chemical fire hotter than anything we have built our empire to withstand. It will be an end to the old world. A new one will struggle to be born. It will be a botched birth, hemorrhaging only more bloodshed. It will happen in my time. It will happen soon. It is already in motion. It cannot be stopped.
November 13, 2025 at 10:20 AM
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Day job blues...
(Missed opportunity not posting this on real Tuesday...whoops)
From 'HatWIP'
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I grab a change of clothes off my floor. It is Tuesday, which means I also have to grab my work shirt. Stupid Tuesday. Tuesday should not exist. There was no such thing as Tuesday before we decided it should exist. We wished it into existence. Tuesday is nothing more than a tulpa we created so we can enforce order over time itself. All so I can make it to work on time and make sure some soccer mom gets her turkey and mayo club at exactly 4:45. Fuck, I hate work.
November 12, 2025 at 10:11 AM