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Lost Christmas (a “Dead Republic” Story)
An explosion 50 kilometers away jolted Kiko awake. The windowless walls of his room didn’t give him a view of the destruction outside. It didn’t matter. Kiko had seen the aftermath of a Kraken unleashing its power too many times. 06:59. He glanced at the metal wall clock near the door before grabbing his black… Continue reading
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There’s No Money in It
“There’s no money in it,” the guy laughed. “Look at me.” He laughed harder. I responded with a smile, that wasn’t visible in the dim, and with silence. My sausage roll was more interesting. I sliced a piece and took a bite. I wasn’t really insulted, more unaffected. Continue reading
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Good Morning
When you wake up to the sun each morning He greets you with a smile, calls you ‘darling’. When I wake up I begin my mourning. Sad. So sad. Continue reading
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Merry Christmas!
I just want to make it short and sweet. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everybody! Continue reading
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Novel #2 Title and Protocover Reveal
My good folks, I am happy to reveal the title and protocover of my second novel coming to you next year. I present to you… Continue reading
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12 Days of Freedom
On the fifth day of freedom my true self gave to me: a dash of bravery, real view of the world, great patience, strong wanderlust, and a streak of being carefree. Continue reading
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The Forgotten
Not even a figment of your imagination Not even a consonant in your whisper Not even a blink from your observation Not even a stroke in your signature Continue reading
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Collecting Sticks
That prize you acquired without even sweating Possesses very little to no meaning. Lighter than feather, value is nix. You’re much better off collecting sticks. Continue reading
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I’m Just a Man
I’m just a man with fleshly needs too. Don’t be a hypocrite ’cause I’m just like you. We have two legs but we walk on all fours. Outdoors, we’re saints. Indoors, we’re whores. Continue reading
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Can You Feel the Thrum?
The end is coming, can you feel the thrum? the steady pace of the Reaper’s drum gather any sorrow, hurt, or regret dump into a chapter you must soon forget Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 