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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: ‘Blackness’ by A. N. Gretly (For @MaiMostafa__)

That rotten stench found its way into his sensitive nostrils. A mixture of hot sweat, dirty socks, and booze, booze, booze. He sat there at the bar, The Cave that is, holding a glass of cheap whisky with both hands, … Continue reading

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Tweeprose: ‘Who Owes Whom?’ by A. N. Gretly (for @MariemAmer)

…and so, the rat-faced kid hurdled up and down the ragged alleyways of Creekwell City, holding the blood-stained grey suit close to his chest. He giggled cheerily as he maneuvered his way through the packs of ladies who scattered at … Continue reading

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Tweeprose: ‘Life After a Dream’ by A. N. Gretly (for @Henduccia)

The gentle sound of violins soothed her rapidly beating heart, but the music seeping from the record player could not sedate her steam-engine mind. Emma-Jane Hartnell was like that, always have been. Whenever she did it, that is if she … 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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Tweeprose: ‘Perfectly Immoral Society’ by A. N. Gretly (for @YAGawad_ )

In Creekwell City, twenty-odd miles away from all the wealth, all the glamour of the high and godly suburbs, the old neon signs buzzed like hundreds of electric mosquitoes. A kid of ten or twelve, looking more like an underfed … Continue reading

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Tweeprose: ‘The Man Who Said I Don’t Know’ by A. N. Gretly (for @Sab3awyJr)

Ian D. Kenneth wandered wearily past the main gate of Elthorn Park near the Boston Manor Hotel. Sweat beads trickled down his back even though the night was overcast and black with a gentle brisk wind huffing about, making the … Continue reading

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