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StoryIt Had Been a Long Exorcism the-real-jaw35 months 1 day ago
StoryRise and Fall of the One-Man Empire the-real-jaw55 months 1 week ago
StoryThe Stumble the-real-jaw45 months 2 weeks ago
StoryMessage from the Devil (Vibrations in a Red Crystal) the-real-jaw15 months 2 weeks ago
StorySome Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover the-real-jaw05 months 2 weeks ago
StoryDeath's Daughter (epilogue) the-real-jaw05 months 2 weeks ago
StoryTo the Woman in Pursuit the-real-jaw05 months 3 weeks ago
StoryEternophobe the-real-jaw05 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Answer (II) the-real-jaw15 months 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Answer (I) the-real-jaw35 months 3 weeks ago
CollectionPersonal Favourites the-real-jaw06 months 1 day ago
Storyand the problem is the-real-jaw06 months 1 day ago
StoryDeath's Daughter (III) the-real-jaw06 months 1 day ago
StoryDeath's Daughter (II) the-real-jaw06 months 5 days ago
Storymantra for learning to write the-real-jaw16 months 6 days ago
StoryThe Rainy Library the-real-jaw36 months 6 days ago
StorySkyworms, or the Man Who Disproved Sleep the-real-jaw56 months 6 days ago
StoryO O the-real-jaw06 months 1 week ago
StoryOur Lady of the Streets the-real-jaw06 months 1 week ago
Storyyou the-real-jaw06 months 1 week ago
Storydancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes the-real-jaw46 months 1 week ago
Storycheck reality the-real-jaw36 months 2 weeks ago
Storycradled over cold rails into the 21st century the-real-jaw06 months 2 weeks ago
StoryDeath's Daughter (I) the-real-jaw06 months 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Parking-Garage Ark the-real-jaw06 months 2 weeks ago

My stories

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It Had Been a Long Exorcism

How we survived a psychotic episode
Gold cherry

The Stumble

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Some Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover

but here I lean swigging black beer listening to colleagues diss cocaine and curse and reminisce about the binges of yore every drink hardens my...

Death's Daughter (epilogue)

The phone. She was crying, unsure who she was or what she knew. God had stopped dropping in for tea. She had flown to her preacher dad, who bolted...

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