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StoryThe Islanders summerlands09 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Dragon summerlands39 years 5 months ago
StoryA Mindless Number-Punch summerlands39 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Incredible Atomic Man summerlands09 years 7 months ago
StoryWetter summerlands010 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Stir summerlands810 years 5 months ago
StoryLife on Mars Silver Spun Sand1310 years 5 months ago
StoryDispensing summerlands010 years 6 months ago
StoryMr. Pink summerlands010 years 6 months ago
StoryFreida summerlands310 years 6 months ago
StoryRobot Girl summerlands010 years 7 months ago
Storysuspended summerlands011 years 2 months ago
StoryBlock summerlands011 years 3 months ago
Storya photograph of summer (a sort of sonnet) summerlands211 years 4 months ago
StoryLeaves summerlands111 years 5 months ago
StoryEverywhere (3/3) summerlands211 years 5 months ago
StoryLunchtime in the cafeteria summerlands212 years 4 weeks ago
StoryEverywhere (2/3) summerlands312 years 3 months ago
StoryEverywhere (1/3) summerlands312 years 3 months ago
StorySky Full of Stars summerlands1212 years 3 months ago
StorySilence summerlands214 years 6 months ago

My stories

Dispensing

The same sets of words keep clinging together. I dispense them to my users like little toys in plastic balls. They all see the shiny dials and the...

The Incredible Atomic Man

The Incredible Atomic Man David Don "-an't defeat me!" His voice echoed through an empty stone room. The Incredible Atomic Man frowned and looked...

Mr. Pink

Cubert Pink swigged whisky from a crystal decanter. The screens lit up all around him, a humming deep blue, causing his unadjusted eyes to strain. He recoiled back in his chair a little. He thought, why am I doing this? And pulled back on a lever with his free hand.

Freida

Freida David Don The floor groaned as Erwin walked to the sink for water. It was still quite dark outside, but indications of life were starting to...

Robot Girl

Mrs. Lyons bent down as much as she could and pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose. She stuck a shaking hand into Rosemary's hair and ran it through her knobbly fingers. “Aww. She's a pretty wee lassie you've got there,” said Mrs. Lyons. “Aye, aye, she's alright,” I answered, laughing a bit. I patted Rosemary's head. “Beep blop boop,” said Rosie.

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