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A Story by Boris
Alexander was in his late twenties at the time of the conversation, more an acquaintance than a friend, and a distant relative. Our remote consangui..
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A Story by Boris
My companions and I realise suddenly that we are actually in the world of the dead.
We walk towards an open-air market that has many different st..
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A long-forgotten tune
Was it in a dream
that I heard it
last?
Aface of a stranger
Why does it seem
so familiar, so dear
to me
now?
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I wrote the story of my life but never once did I stop to read it.
Words, plots, characters gushed out of me, yet never once did I take the time ..
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A Story by Boris
My companions and I are in some kind of a building and strange, inexplicable things begin to happen. Every time we open a door to some room, the roo..
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A Story by Boris
Some time ago, a woman with a gun in her hand demanded of me and my companions that we provide good reasons why life is worth living. Otherwise she ..
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It is the middle of a sunny summer day
I am running down the stairs
quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me.
We all want to see ..
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A Story by Boris
One day, my friends and I descended into the sewers underneath the metropolis and discovered the most unusual eel-like creatures lounging indolently..
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