The butter is a lie and the senate is made of meat.

welcome to my 3am caffeine fueled collection of stories made with preposterous delusions of grandeur  and blinding narcissism.  The w isn't capitalized, I am aWare of this and attempting to fix the problem.

Cherry

Not your story

You run farther through the woods. The black trees flash by, the trees that hold so much terror for you as the pads of your feet rip themselves open...
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Cherry

The Corporeal Compendium

You are asleep, dreaming about the pulsating powers in the dark. Light forces it’s way between your eyelids and crawls up into your head. The dreams...
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Cherry

The Narrow Path

My name is Boffer Bings. I was born of honest parents in one of the humbler walks of life, my father being a manufacturer of dog-oil and my mother...

Whistling Your Tune

You whip your head around. The man continues to walk away from you without turning. He is whistling a tune. That tune. That melody. It is your melody...
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Gold cherry

Shut me up

My friend has problems With winter and autumn They give him prescriptions They shine bright lights on him They say it's genetic They say he can't...
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I Hate Poetry

This is the summer I lost my flame They say ambition is an enemy of weakness. And greatness is an enemy of fame. When I pick up my guitar and I try...
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Cherry

Never Trust Magic

An accomplished wizard once lived on the top floor of a tenement house and passed his time in thoughtful study and studious thought. What he didn't...

A workplace Comedy

“ Networking , you see how it’s all connected here?” Nod, slight smile, noises of agreement. “Yes, well even if you can’t grasp that just now, you’ll...
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Cherry

20th Century Magic

Gone, gone the days we'd sit outside and watch the weathervane gone the smell of summer rain gone the midnight drives and passing trains Gone, gone...
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Insert Brooding Title

I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring they are drowning out the voices in my head at night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels...

Rapidly Receding Tide

It seems that we are clams inside our shells Side by side on rocks we feel the tide as the sea contracts and swells Pearls grow from the pain inside...