Tag Archives: Evil

Tweeprose: ‘Bite the Bullet’ by A. N. Gretly (For @deghaidiness)

  Bullet in the head.   A middle aged man staggered through the streets of the city that wouldn’t sleep. The moon lurked behind a few layers of thick, dark clouds, watching, judging. It was Creekwell, the city of the damned, … Continue reading

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Tweeprose: ‘Almost Everything’ by A. N. Gretly (For @AnanRaafat)

The dizzy streets were calmer now, but the noises and the scars of those who walked them seemed to linger on and on to infinity like ghosts of past failures. The air smelt of raw Creekwell nights, like stains of … Continue reading

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Tweeprose: ‘A Foul Meal for a Foul Soul’ by A. N. Gretly (For @MariamGretly)

He ate people. It wasn’t that much of a big deal, really. Some people were vegetarians, others were vegans, but Christopher Mathers, a fifty year old physician at  St. Martin’s Hospital was a cannibal. It was that simple. The fact that … Continue reading

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Tweeprose: ‘The Division Bell’ by A. N. Gretly (for @SherifMohyeldin)

Arcturus Murray sat down one evening after sniffing some powdered magic mushrooms, with an epiphytical smile on his pale face. The stench was unbearable; a crossed-eyed pilot drooped lazily in the mist of his mind, visions blurred. The world was broken, ruined, … Continue reading

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‘The Monsters’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

The monsters, they roam the streets at night time, fangs bear, and claws sharp as razor blades. I have wondered many a-night in my time of brooding, whether they are monsters wearing human masks, or humans with monstrous faces. Either … Continue reading

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‘Monsters’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I close my eyes and I see monsters bearing pale fangs dripping with thick saliva. I feel their rage hitting my body, seeping into every pore, and every single one of my cells. They stare right through me with gray … Continue reading

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‘Back To The Asylum:Part One’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I News came like a stampede. The distributors were able to recruit about thirty members, which meant thirty bottles of Blue. Some of the remaining bottles broke, and some were actually injected by potential members, but these members could not … Continue reading

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