i’ve never slept so well
in your arms
Category Archives: River and Celia
”Sound of the Underland” is a captivating blog series featuring original stories and poems by River and Celia in Underland. This collection showcases their unique voices, blending elements of fantasy, introspection, and raw emotion. Each piece invites readers into a world where the boundaries between reality and imagination
original stories, poetry, River and Celia in Underland, fantasy literature, introspective writing, emotional storytelling, creative fiction, imaginative narratives.
when it happens
They told us not to dance on graves.
But when the tyrant dies,
we don’t mourn.
We remember.
We rage.
We reclaim.
We dance.
No prayers. No peace.
Just steel boots, scorched flags, and the fire they tried to drown us in.
Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie.
A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts.
The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs.
No bios. No AI sludge. No gods. Just stories that shouldn’t exist.
Dispatches from the Void. X.V.
Visa submitted. Cats unsettled. Love steady.
As the move to Thailand hurtles closer, the boxes remain unpacked and the emotions unfiltered. Celia writes from the edge of exhaustion and hope—where hormones meet housing stress, political fear sparks dark humour, and the cats spiral into poetic rebellion. One pit in the stomach, three feline prophets, and zero backup plans.
handmade
I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Silent rounds chambered in my throat. Every word is a risk, every breath a negotiation. This isn’t just about language—it’s about survival. About the sounds we swallow, the truths we burn to say, and the silence that remains when even “I love you” aches too loud.
Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 2 .
What happens when the Founding Fathers get sick of being misquoted and log back in from the afterlife? Chaos. Group chat chaos.
Join Washington, Hamilton, Madison, Abigail Adams, and a very tired Tommy J as they try to update the U.S. Constitution — one amendment (and one eye-roll) at a time.
Spoiler: No one invited T. Rump. Again.
Spit
I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Silent rounds chambered in my throat. Every word is a risk, every breath a negotiation. This isn’t just about language—it’s about survival. About the sounds we swallow, the truths we burn to say, and the silence that remains when even “I love you” aches too loud.
Dispatches from the Void. X.IV.
Salt hit #1. Celia hit her limit. Mowgli lost his voice, Akela sued the air (again), and Poe is now spiritually bonded with the rice cooker. Meanwhile, we’re dodging hate comments, packing for Thailand (badly), and writing political satire fuelled by rage, resilience, and the occasional pear. Welcome to Underland. It’s a mess. It’s ours.
Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 1.
What happens when the Founding Fathers get sick of being misquoted and log back in from the afterlife? Chaos. Group chat chaos.
Join Washington, Hamilton, Madison, Abigail Adams, and a very tired Tommy J as they try to update the U.S. Constitution — one amendment (and one eye-roll) at a time.
Spoiler: No one invited T. Rump. Again.
The Seven Ages of Man-Power
Tired of watching self-proclaimed “experts” spew geopolitical nonsense from their Wi-Fi-enabled soapboxes? Here’s a five-step guide to becoming a top-tier war apologist—plus actual sources debunking the tired myth that Iran has nukes. Sarcasm included. Evidence required.
