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StoryThe Author Chooses His Own Adventure the-real-jaw41 year 1 month ago
StoryRise and Fall of the One-Man Empire the-real-jaw51 year 8 months ago
StoryThe Stumble the-real-jaw41 year 8 months ago
StoryMessage from the Devil (Vibrations in a Red Crystal) the-real-jaw11 year 9 months ago
StorySome Days Even Water Gives Me a Hangover the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryEternophobe the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Answer (II) the-real-jaw11 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Answer (I) the-real-jaw31 year 9 months ago
CollectionPersonal Favourites the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryThe Rainy Library the-real-jaw31 year 9 months ago
StorySkyworms, or the Man Who Disproved Sleep the-real-jaw51 year 9 months ago
StoryO O the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
StoryOur Lady of the Streets the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
Storyyou the-real-jaw01 year 9 months ago
Storydancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes the-real-jaw41 year 9 months ago
Storycradled over cold rails into the 21st century the-real-jaw01 year 10 months ago
StoryThe Parking-Garage Ark the-real-jaw01 year 10 months ago
StoryThe Chief Managing Director Has a Few Requests the-real-jaw01 year 10 months ago
StoryThe Liar the-real-jaw31 year 10 months ago
Storythe criminal dream of an employee the-real-jaw01 year 10 months ago
StoryThe Insemination the-real-jaw21 year 10 months ago
StoryThe Freshness of the First and Foremost of the Finest of the Lines the-real-jaw11 year 10 months ago
StoryThe Parasite Pities Its Host the-real-jaw01 year 10 months ago
CollectionProse the-real-jaw01 year 10 months ago
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My stories

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Across

I may be too late. I shift in the cramped seat and my neck creaks. I’m cornered in the clear forehead of a bus clattering down the Autobahn. It’s...
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The Best Billionaire

No one had believed Brad. But Brad was a man of his word. As soon as the controlling shares were transferred to his name, Brad flew to headquarters...
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Poem of the week

Exhaling Stars

I exhale galaxies in my sleep. Behold my right hand: its fingers are light years apart, five pale towers clothed in gulls and clouds. On each...
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Song of Discipline

You have to cultivate obsession. Read dirt and decode clouds. You must become detective of your own mind, and uncover the gruesome secrets that’ll...
Cherry

The Thief & The Thief

Night and day are like two table racquets smacking Gerhardt back and forth, and every contact with the blue or black paddle ages him visibly. At 19...
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