When the World was Nothing
MARTA CAME IN FOR WORK at 4:03 pm and was immediately ordered by the supervisor to run up…
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I. Massacre (vso)
The massacre began by noon and ended by nightfall. It was very quick and efficient. Not a lot…
Making Up Stories: A Short Story
— It’s a long story. You wouldn’t find it interesting. You see, he was going to tell her…
gravels taste like stone
Gravels taste like stone Hot air Threading along the crooked path — my veins run deeper than sighs…
ode on a Winged Devil
Last year I had malaria symptoms on an average of once a month. This one is for the mosquitos. You suck!
East of Consciousness
This story is written in the modernist stream-of-consciousness style little to no punctuations definitely no commas and full-stops
What Is Your Favorite Line in a Book?
The cry of a personage who has gone through life with potential, dreams of glory, optimism; who has had his dreams shattered and his potential stultified; who had fallen in love and had his heart ripped out again and again.
chthonic patterns
Shouldn't it be said,
In the end,
that it should not be said?
Is that what it's for?
Is the importance of it
to express the uselessness of it?
The Sweet Things of the Earth
“She’s gone now. she’s gone now.” He said the words with an annoying kind of devotion. I felt…
Lightness of Darkness — The Writer’s Deficiency
The very moment a writer realizes this bliss, this joy in letting a thought pass, unrecognizable, unanalyzable, hazy in its clearness; at that moment he ceases to be a writer.