Both mystics and skeptics lived among the charred ruins of the vast book repository. One group always doubted the other, thinking themselves to be the true keepers of timeless wisdom. Amid uncertainty, one couldn’t tell which were the mystics and which were the skeptics.
Vignettes, six word stories, experimental poetry, words typed in a haphazard order.
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The place was so silent that it became intolerably loud inside his head. In hindsight, opening a store dedicated to the flat earth theory ju...
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Growing up bored on a dirt planet harvesting moisture, the young mystical warrior jumped at the chance to go off-world, join a terrorist cel...
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Inconsequentiality was there to greet him at the dead end of the long road called following his dreams. He closed his overworked laptop, but...
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