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StoryThe Author Chooses His Own Adventure the-real-jaw41 year 2 weeks ago
StoryRise and Fall of the One-Man Empire the-real-jaw51 year 7 months ago
StoryThe Stumble the-real-jaw41 year 7 months ago
StoryMessage from the Devil (Vibrations in a Red Crystal) the-real-jaw11 year 8 months ago
StorySome Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
StoryEternophobe the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Answer (II) the-real-jaw11 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Answer (I) the-real-jaw31 year 8 months ago
CollectionPersonal Favourites the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Rainy Library the-real-jaw31 year 8 months ago
StorySkyworms, or the Man Who Disproved Sleep the-real-jaw51 year 8 months ago
StoryO O the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
StoryOur Lady of the Streets the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
Storyyou the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
Storydancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes the-real-jaw41 year 8 months ago
Storycradled over cold rails into the 21st century the-real-jaw01 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Parking-Garage Ark the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Liar the-real-jaw31 year 9 months ago
Storythe criminal dream of an employee the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Insemination the-real-jaw21 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Freshness of the First and Foremost of the Finest of the Lines the-real-jaw11 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Parasite Pities Its Host the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
CollectionProse the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
CollectionPoetry the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago

My stories

Away

I was made of years piled up. I was eyes falling through time. There had been a strange but not unpleasant smell of bitter peppermint, then my mind...
Cherry

What Does She See?

When we enter, Oma’s gazing at the wall. She does not smile. Her eyes are red hollows. Opa announces that I crossed Germany to see her. I say a few...

V,

I remember checking the schedule to find when our shifts crossed, and how you stayed late talking to me. How it cost me to approach you, the...
Cherry

After He Did What He Was Always Gonna Do

He pushes her away just in time to save himself, then flees sweating onto the treadmill, and room after room, city upon city, sky atop sky, flower...

Black-Collar Worker

Hot evening in my pet rotting parkette: I notate as chubby bugs buzz through foliage above an impromptu bohemian jamboree like a dystopian Midsummer...

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