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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: ‘With Mind Alone’ by A. N. Gretly (for @Khair7)

Marv McMaster pulled the old and cracked wooden chair —one of very few items he owned in this world, and placed it right in front of the open window in his fifth floor apartment. He sat down with a deep … Continue reading

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‘The Paper-men’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Silhouetted bodies of Paper-men hovered wearily like echos of forgotten pasts. They swam through the intense white light of their mighty creator, mingling in hollowed voices, striving to find their way back home. They journeyed on and on and on … Continue reading

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‘I…” by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Time and time again; I flutter silently off the Radar of forgotten Reality. Day in and day out; I stretch my weary Wings which carry me  Away. Night after night; I stare into nothingness Until it stares back at Me. … Continue reading

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‘Back To The Asylum:Part Two(Finale)’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

II Sheer shock struck me from head to toe, my heart jumped into my throat, and I felt a cold cement block at the pit of my stomach. I was on the floor with my back to the wall, looking … Continue reading

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‘A Burn For A Burn:Part Two’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

II I walked into the room as Butch finished sewing The Doctor’s wounded shoulder; he then splashed the bloody stitches with bourbon, and took a sip himself. The Doctor winced with pain, snatched the bottle from Butch, and took a … Continue reading

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‘The Glass Factory:Part One’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I Butch drove a classic Chevy Bel Air, one of those old school convertibles, pitch black in color. The car was illegal of course, no one was allowed to own a private vehicle in the city, but Butch told me … Continue reading

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