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CollectionPoetic Substance. SandboxMediums012 years 5 months ago
StoryCommute. SandboxMediums112 years 11 months ago
CollectionFreewrites. SandboxMediums012 years 11 months ago
CollectionShort Stories of the Fictitious Nature. SandboxMediums012 years 11 months ago
StoryThe West SandboxMediums013 years 1 week ago
StoryThey Only Come Out At Night. SandboxMediums013 years 1 week ago
StoryTrip Atlantic SandboxMediums013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryTipperary L P Marks513 years 7 months ago
StoryA Nice Day for It Silver Spun Sand1013 years 7 months ago
StoryDynasty. SandboxMediums513 years 7 months ago
StoryI'm not cool enough to be in your band mcmanaman413 years 7 months ago
StoryFighting Mirrors. SandboxMediums313 years 7 months ago
StoryWomb. SandboxMediums613 years 7 months ago

My stories

They Only Come Out At Night.

'I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours'- Hunter S. Thompson.

The West

So I sowed my own notion. I'd preserve you, dry-pressed. From time-to-time, I'd compare you to the rest.

Trip Atlantic

Beside me, I remember hearing him say, ‘All I can see right now, is a black hole’, and I thought to myself, ‘Poor shmuck, you’re looking in the wrong direction’.

Commute.

Must find sustenance. We’ve been captive to this barren stretch of pavement for far too long. Making bad time.
Cherry

Fighting Mirrors.

Life as a record. Replayed through time. A full-spectrum divination of high and low frequencies. Of light and sound. Void and abundance.

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