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Aggot B. Otto and His Watch

Aggot’s phone had been ringing. The twelfth ring, he had counted. He was staring outside his...

Oct 21st

Love Trauma

Trauma kills. With each killing of lives, the next one becomes exponentially more cherished. But...

Oct 19th

Suffer

Grab it around the neck, that wretched beast which torments your soul. Embrace the creature with its...

Oct 19th

The Collective Energies of Man

When you wake up tomorrow, it is usually unknown how the day is bound to be. Walking through the...

Oct 13th

Mr. Watanabe, the Japanese business man...

I am sitting in my truck preparing for the work day ahead when a tan sedan pulls up next to me. I...

Oct 13th

Mr. Otto

The ticking of the clock seemed to be getting louder and more prominent after each round of silence...

Oct 6th

The Insides

“My stomach hurts,” said the kid in a disney land t-shirt. The father approaches the boy...

Oct 4th

Mothers

The center is the sun, the provider of warmth. The source of our life and with boundless gravity,...

Oct 2nd