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The Devil Reincarnate

I can’t remember my first death. It was at least a thousand years ago though – of that I can be sure; vague recollections of Hastings occasionally come to mind, as well as the knowledge that as I took to … Continue reading

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Shopping in Ancient Times

Excerpt from ‘Final Stores: Consumerism in the Pre-Internet Age’, Pietro Mulligan & Sascha Bordstrøm (eds.), 2150 In the era before ubiquitous home delivery services and DroneDrops™ made leaving the home to purchase goods an unnecessary inconvenience, consumers had to travel … Continue reading

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Febrile

There is a vibrancy to the last throes of visionary sleep that cannot easily be explained. Striking in its urgency, the unconcious mind’s purpose in providing invariably pulsating images is unclear, but it nonetheless offers an affirmation of existence by … Continue reading

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میں اچار میں ہوں

Bit of a pickle. Massive pickle. Monster pickle. The kind of pickle that would make an excellent antagonist in a trashy 1950’s sci-fi B movie. A pickle of gigantic proportions. Dunno how I got myself into this epic pickle, but … Continue reading

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Jannah, Tian, Mbiguni

Tumbleweeds dripping acid blow through the streets. At every other intersection is an emaciated husk you’d think is that of a corpse until it begins to turn, watching you as you pass. The remnants of bodies are strewn hither and … Continue reading

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Sniffles

“One of the things most people take for granted is the ease with which they can clear their nasal passages. Jammy bastards… Walkin’ around, with their handkerchiefs and tissues, happy as Larry with the tools to deal with any blockages. … Continue reading

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A Parent’s Bad Habit

It makes my skin crawl, it really does. Annoys the hell outta me. Why can’t he do it in the privacy of his bathroom? That’s what I wanna know. Of course, if I actually asked him that he’d get all … Continue reading

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