I’m sending out a special email because I am SO jumping on this bandwagon because it is too fun. Enjoy. And remember…
She wrote it as a throw away joke. Something she barely gave a second thought once it was sent. As she went about her day, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. A chill down her spine. The feeling of being watched.
But she was alone.
The sensation persisted through the week.
When she woke in the morning.
At her job.
Grocery shopping.
While she cooked dinner.
Whispering in her ear.
It prickled over her skin and dug into her skull like fat, hungry worms. There, it settled and consumed her.
There was no escaping The Suff.
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WTF IS THE SUFF????
made a Note the other day about a weird file he found on his Google docs. Whenever he tried to delete it, it would just reappear.And the writers of Substack being a collection of weirdos that would make you (my subscribers) proud, took off with it.
Now there is lore and flash fiction and memes.
There is history and a timeline.
There is The Suff.
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The Suff would not want to deal with my grumpy ass when I'm grocery shopping.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOORE 😂