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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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‘Creekwell to Engenton, And Back’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

Some uncountable years ago, a mass suicide took place in Creekwell City. Almost fifty men and women marched towards St. Mark’s Square not from a specific destination, but it was said that they seemed to have flooded from all around. … Continue reading

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‘Cesspool Asylum I:Cut-Up/C.A.M. Experiment’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

I’ve been quite cynical ever since the government decided to add an eight day to the week, but now that I have had time to get used to it; I do not find it that farfetched. On that particular Venusday … Continue reading

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