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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: ‘The Dead Fisherman’s Hook’ by A. N. Gretly (for @Aadelhassan)

At the age of 17, Marvin McMaster ran away from home, and went on the road looking for answers. He walked and hitched until he was out of town, he walked and hitched until he saw nothing but infinite green … 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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‘Round and Round and Round’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Beneath a canopy of refracted neon lights of a million colors cutting through thick white clouds of dreary mist intermixed with smoke, a black Chevy screeched forward into the night, leaving dark marks tattooed upon the asphalt. Thousands of people … Continue reading

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‘I Saw Her Face’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

6:00 p.m Friday, 2nd   and behold I saw fear rolling down the street underneath my open window in ear-piercing silence like a thick dark cloud of poisonous gas hovering without a definite shape expanding and darkly defusing I felt like a perishable … Continue reading

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‘Ninth Circle’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

2:00 p.m. Friday, 2nd just woke up from a dream about a dream that wasn’t much of a dream but a vivid projection of the reality I’ve strived to escape I tried to shake off these thoughts but they clung … Continue reading

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