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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: ‘Untitled: Cut-Up’ by A. N. Gretly (For @SSAboulEla)

Now you see it. Sometimes the things you strive to forget come back to haunt you, no matter how deep you bury them. A young stranger in the crowd waited for the B-train at the North Creekwell station on a … 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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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: ‘Kill The Clown’ by A. N. Gretly (for @Khaled__Nasr)

Dear Friend, The only appropriate thing to do is to start with the beginning. But I am an inappropriate individual, and thus, I shall start with the end; I killed the clown. I do not fully understand the reasons behind … 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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