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It's a transgressive work of fiction, a chapter from my novella that's in work. my story is not in chronological order, so you don't have to read the ..
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‘Killing is overrated.’
So is sliced bread.
The wonderful things
today’s media glorified before TiVo, porn and squeezable..
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Six-thirty.
The
alarm goes off, buzzing, and you feel like hell.
Your
bare back is firing up, itching all over. Your eyelids flutter for a..
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Human civilization had
decayed, and today in the glorious 21st century, human beings don’t make
friends, connect or even fornicate for the..
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I wander wearily into the
bakery. Hopefully, no one’s noticed me yet. Hard to notice a skinny,
underweight yet overachieving man in his th..
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Drugs. They come in different
colors, shapes and sizes. Powders, needles, joints, pills… society had
fashioned them to suit the tastes of..
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I roughly drag his dripping head
out of the toilet bowl, him spluttering, shuddering, shaking all over, f*****g
scared.
His fear, confusion ..
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Without covering my mouth or anything
at all, an explosion of mucus
escaped my nostrils.
I blew up. My insides churned from
the impact, eye..
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A train went by, and I could hear it. When I opened my eyes, there was no
train. There was no echo of the sounds the engine made, or any vibratio..
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It's a transgressive work of fiction about a man in his thirties, stuck in a dead-end job, meeting a female trainspotter. Read and enjoy :)
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