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CollectionPoetic Substance. SandboxMediums011 years 9 months ago
StoryCommute. SandboxMediums112 years 3 months ago
CollectionFreewrites. SandboxMediums012 years 3 months ago
CollectionShort Stories of the Fictitious Nature. SandboxMediums012 years 3 months ago
StoryThe West SandboxMediums012 years 4 months ago
StoryThey Only Come Out At Night. SandboxMediums012 years 4 months ago
StoryTrip Atlantic SandboxMediums012 years 4 months ago
StoryTipperary L P Marks512 years 11 months ago
StoryA Nice Day for It Silver Spun Sand1012 years 11 months ago
StoryDynasty. SandboxMediums512 years 11 months ago
StoryI'm not cool enough to be in your band mcmanaman412 years 11 months ago
StoryFighting Mirrors. SandboxMediums312 years 11 months ago
StoryWomb. SandboxMediums612 years 11 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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