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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

you

okay let’s see you’re in debt your significant other left you for a profile pic you feel most alive when you’re on drugs I know you you failed the...
Cherry

O O

way back at the beginning of time all reality except us was a cold corporate hallway and her body was my daily bread we made the trees shout before...

Our Lady of the Streets

The city’s rectangular eyes towered over me. Banks and offices whispered to each other forecasts of my movements. They knew I was lost and trying to...

dancing in a cage wheeled through a forest of eyes

Outdoors the air is hostile and nervy, it bothers glam willows and the swan navy, and me, a slug hunched in a shell jacket, haunting the canal and...
Cherry

The Rainy Library

Yeah, I’ve been to the rainy library. They don’t put plastic on any of the goods. So many waterlogged stacks of books… I remember standing in the...
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