living a dead man’s life (2)
i take a few steps back. is my heart beating? i don’t know. am i breathing? no idea. but the […]
i take a few steps back. is my heart beating? i don’t know. am i breathing? no idea. but the […]
fuck this. with an immensely overwhelming sense of boredom, i spend my days in bed, growing ever more intimate with
in the vast and desolate lands of wyoming, at the foothills of the black hills, native american warriors attacked a
prologue: digital limbo yu-jin, a social media influencer with millions of followers, had drifted so far from her own reality
-1- isadora vega. she had carefully done her makeup, wearing high heels that made her already tall frame even taller.
malcolm. when he arrived in the town, nothing changed. at first. but whispers began. they crept through alleyways, lingered in
jack was sprawled on a gray couch, scarred with cigarette burns, probably from the time of the last world war.
every neighborhood has its quirks. some are charming, like the sound of church bells or the smell of fresh bread
fallos ministry was introduced as one of humanity’s most “important” innovations. in the past, people’s desires were uncontrollable; passion, chaos,
santa claus sat on his icy throne in the snowy arctic, thinking about how beloved he used to be. the