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Complications

The day is shit. It’s the type of day you wake up in the morning, praying, to whatever the hell deity you worship, that it will never come. We should all be so lucky. I own a small store downtown. … Continue reading

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Perpetuam Memoriam

There are some memories so far back, so deeply and imperfectly ingrained into my psyche that they hardly seem like memories at all, but something so much more basic; some deeply felt but never understood phantasm of action devoid of … Continue reading

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After the End

Dressed in enough layers to warm the dead, he wandered in from the street, caked in ash and smelling of chlorine. Through the ashen death coat his eyes showed a perfect green almost glowing in the toneless world behind him. … Continue reading

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Revolution

The city rings with the thunder of gunfire. Men guarded with backpacks and steel shields that protect like cardboard lay scattered across the street. They’ve been here for hours, pinned behind trees, building edges, and hastily repurposed detritus. As men … Continue reading

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