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The Neo Creadds Are Born (Ch.14b) : Luvian
Janus makes progress in his formation of a movement of social discussion and action, involving old friends and contacts. Set in the alternative futuristic world of Marta and Gallanol In The Modern Age.
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Wrinkles
Her mother always told her this: iron your clothes before you go out. It’s a minor thing, but it makes a difference, it affects how people see you...
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Catalyst - Part Two
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The girl lifted the large book off her lap and gently placed it on the coffee table that sat in front of her, between the two inward facing sofas,...
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When I dream of Death
My limbs are branches that reach endlessly wide my feet touch the earth then break into stride veins of the earth crawl up my legs, up to my knees...
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Modern Madness
My world is changing, The roads where I lived and walked as a child are now marked with yellow lines, double and single. I don’t dare park on the...
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Catalyst - Part One
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Summary: A strange young woman finds herself between nostalgia and displacement, with ghostly forms of remembrance, as she's pulled by an...
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The Unlimited One
Sit still, let the lights bore in be a child-like pet, so illiterate take the pills and wash them down turn that smile into a frown wear the gown,...
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I think I had this specific perception of myself. I let the movies, the love songs, my own hopeless writing get the better of me when it came to...
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Panic
*/ */ He plays a melody on my throat A flute of flesh Of bone Each note Played with breath My pulse, it jigs My body a band The baton is his He plays...
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An Impulsive Encounter
Trickling water from the hose, Bleeding from my bloody nose, Washing off to not to claim any trace, To show how wonderful could be my face. Having an...
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