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.
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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.