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StoryStrange Little Creature Vladislas3213 years 10 months ago
StoryObsessive-Compulsive Vladislas3205 years 10 months ago
StoryThings Left Behind Vladislas3205 years 11 months ago
StorySex Ed. Redux Vladislas3216 years 1 month ago
StoryDreaming in Deep Space Vladislas3216 years 4 months ago
StoryPorches Vladislas3226 years 4 months ago
StoryHomage to Mr. Ginsberg Vladislas3246 years 4 months ago
StoryScribbles From the End: Apocalypse Love Vladislas3246 years 4 months ago
StoryInjections Vladislas3216 years 5 months ago
StorySand, Water and Blood Vladislas3216 years 8 months ago
StoryHiding In the Sky Vladislas3206 years 9 months ago
StoryLighthouse Vladislas3206 years 9 months ago
StoryStormy Voices Vladislas3206 years 10 months ago
StoryDevil? Vladislas3236 years 10 months ago
StoryMidsummer's Eve Vladislas3206 years 11 months ago
StoryMeditation Vladislas3206 years 11 months ago
StoryThe City on the Burning Hill Vladislas3206 years 11 months ago
StorySong of Providence Vladislas3236 years 11 months ago
StoryUnsolved Grenade Attacks Vladislas3256 years 11 months ago
StoryIn the Meantime... Vladislas3206 years 12 months ago
StorySeth Vladislas3207 years 11 hours ago
StoryNervous Laughter in the Church Vladislas3227 years 1 day ago
StoryWalnut Shells Vladislas3217 years 1 week ago
StoryBanned Books Vladislas3287 years 2 weeks ago
Storywish pumadelta27 years 2 weeks ago

My stories


What’s that? Oh yes, It’s that tongue in my ear again. Burrowing down inside Tickling the nerves that make my heart race And carving numbers into my...

Things Left Behind

What will be left when you die? Bones, of course. Blackening skin. A new home for hundreds of bugs and their offspring. A jar of ashes, if that's the...

Dreaming in Deep Space

Part I Deliberately destitute in the desert On this place of mostly water. Stripped of clothing and of pretence. We, as human beings, are ever drawn...


The Front Porch. The unsung hero of civilisation. It was On grand porticos of stone and marble Where high-minded Greeks milled, thought, Building the...


Money. Money. Where is it? I need the money. It was here a second ago. My hands, They’re trembling. I can’t grip it. Ten dollars for a square inch of...