Manuel Lobo

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StoryThe Art of Humming, or The God of Now Manuel Lobo012 years 2 months ago
StoryDeath Manuel Lobo212 years 4 months ago
StoryA very sharp fork Manuel Lobo312 years 4 months ago
CollectionLonely Stories Manuel Lobo012 years 4 months ago
CollectionOur Terrible Tale of Freedom Manuel Lobo012 years 4 months ago
StoryWe write later Manuel Lobo112 years 5 months ago
StoryUntitled One Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryUninspired Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe ghost has many faces! Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryTwenty three times I died before her Manuel Lobo212 years 5 months ago
StoryNote to the reader Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe mother of all whores Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Nymph Manuel Lobo112 years 5 months ago
StoryOh, The Blood! Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryLearn to Remember Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Time I Followed Her Manuel Lobo112 years 5 months ago
StoryHypocrite Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StoryDream no more Manuel Lobo312 years 5 months ago
StoryForbidden Manuel Lobo012 years 5 months ago
StorySmells and fluids Manuel Lobo313 years 3 months ago
StoryWe love you, cowards. Manuel Lobo513 years 6 months ago
StoryPhoenix Manuel Lobo313 years 7 months ago
StoryWoman Manuel Lobo313 years 7 months ago

My stories

Cherry

Learn to Remember

All of you people spend your lives trying to forget, instead of learning how to remember

We write later

Try writing a story with a gun in your hand
Cherry

Phoenix

The yellow circle of light of his flashlight enclosed the words he had written before in burnt grease and tears:

The Time I Followed Her

I've been trying to write something for weeks and I couldn't put down a single word, but suddenly this young woman almost made me grab a pen from the museum clerk and start writing poetry in my arm.

Woman

This gorgeous woman, she can leave marks on you body and mind that will last for years. She can spit on your soul and burn you ego to ashes.

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