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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
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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
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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
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My stories

Cherry

The Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. II)

Part One is here - I climb the museum’s stairs, turning to gaze out. Further down the river, elephantine trees trumpet and stampede. A rusty Ferris...
Gold cherry

The Man Who Was Allergic to Himself (Pt. 1)

Two tiny black pyramids. Like black sugar, but with a faintly glowing core. Supposedly I’ll be able to taste the light. But I’m thinking too much...

Apart

Unless she focuses, the universe reverts to void. Unsettled by emptiness, she creates an apartment: oddly familiar walls and couches coalesce, and...

Reminder

Cherry

Between

here again, at the end and the beginning, at the instant before the big wake, all tender and waiting to be shaped, as the embryo of the universe...

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