The street urchin wore as many patches and insignia as he could fit on himself, thinking that the various designations would somehow make him rise above the crowd and into someone's heart. Sadly, the excessive tags only made him disappear into the vast urban sprawl.
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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