There was no love lost between the cartographer and the globemaker, with one saying theirs was easier to use, and the other saying theirs was more realistic. It wasn’t until the snow globe maker arrived that both men realized the error of their ways.
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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