PaulH8

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StoryConcrete Teeth PaulH8012 years 6 months ago
StorySuicide Art PaulH8012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Picture Show PaulH8012 years 7 months ago
StorySpider Chair PaulH8012 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Wedding Cake PaulH8012 years 7 months ago
StoryDeus Ex Machina PaulH8012 years 7 months ago
StoryIn the Gutter... PaulH8115 years 6 months ago
StoryLiverpool Street PaulH8415 years 7 months ago

My stories

Deus Ex Machina

He had stayed up the past thirty-eight hours, kept in an altered state by psylocibin impregnated bacon rind and walnut coffee.

Suicide Art

There are secret streets and secret worlds. There are secret names encoded in the graffiti on toilet walls and in the chalk outlines of suicide victims.

Concrete Teeth

Carla paused a moment before spitting out the bacon rind she had been chewing between her teeth.

The Picture Show

The thunderous din, Hallways of applause. The significantly ordinary, Calls out always for more. The yawning processional, A tapestry of sounds. The gulf opens up, Abandonment revealed.
Cherry

Spider Chair

That chair looked like some sort of rusted clock-work spider, it was all predatory angles and the suggestion of some livid, serrated movement.

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