An ongoing microfiction series about a town, a lake, and a whole lot of weirdness. Updates MWF.
The Sunken Gardens, once finished, refused to stop sinking. Canyons of potting soil and tanbark rose above their beds and knitted into a canopy. Gardeners learned to cultivate glowing mushrooms and rich veins of goldenrod ore within the new Buried Gardens.
Accidental libraries developed wherever mislaid books congregated. They formed whispering, fluttering swarms around park benches and in the back rows of cross-city buses. Librarians roamed the city tending to them, relocating them when requested, harvesting the amber knowledge they produced.