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My stories

Cherry

Davey Mercator's Incident

Davey Mercator watched a kid fall down from a second-storey window.
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Derek Obama, President

The two men, strangers, stood at the checkout. They weren’t patient, but had not been queuing for long.
Cherry

the girl with hands like an alien zygote

There is a girl I know, local girl, with hands like an alien zygote.
Cherry

the boy

I met the boy on the burning bridge. He wore trunks and sandals, and sat on the red hot iron rail with his legs swinging slightly over the sides as though he were somewhere else.
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feelings of scared

“We’d better microchip the children,” said Plummer – a bald man – matter of factly. “I’ve been thinking.” He nodded as he spoke in a way that was unsettling to focus on.

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