Passive pilgrims visited the Sage every year when the trees shed icy coverings, revealing their true nature. These seekers wanted his advice on how to be free from their own self-imposed falsehoods in a world gone mad. This was where supervillains were born.
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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