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StoryIt Had Been a Long Exorcism the-real-jaw46 days 3 hours ago
StoryRise and Fall of the One-Man Empire the-real-jaw62 weeks 1 day ago
StoryThe Stumble the-real-jaw42 weeks 4 days ago
StoryMessage from the Devil (Vibrations in a Red Crystal) the-real-jaw13 weeks 2 days ago
StorySome Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover the-real-jaw03 weeks 2 days ago
StoryDeath's Daughter (epilogue) the-real-jaw03 weeks 2 days ago
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StoryEternophobe the-real-jaw04 weeks 1 day ago
StoryThe Answer (II) the-real-jaw11 month 1 day ago
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My stories

Cherry

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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