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They finally let me have a typewriter, the scratching on the walls must have been keeping my fellows awake at night.
So here I sit still incarc..
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An entry into the pulp-wizard genre, it's basically my little project to blow off steam.
Comments are appreciated.
Thank you for reading.
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This started as a small story I wrote to get a feel for the situation and the type of writing I was leaning towards. This is just one of a few chapter..
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These chapters are all rather small, I apologize if this is a problem.
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Of course I wanted the book, it was the gold at the end of the rainbow, the whole reason behind
Magic in the first place, hundred of genius men tha..
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Dusty road beneath my shoes and the heat of the Texas sun on my back, I put my head down and squnt through the light. I hear dogs barking in the dis..
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Life is a small request
Images too fleeting to recall jump between moments of darkness, the sheets stick to my body and I writhe in fever dreams...
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I rolled the cup of coffee between my hands feeling the wamrth spread through my palms, the happy sounds of the Beach Boys floated through the air..
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another angle to the story
In China it is considered a curse to wish a long and eventful life on someone, mainly because adventure leads to one thi..
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Trouble seems to find me, no matter how hard I try to hide something always goes wrong. If it wasn't for me staring into the abyss and seeing the grea..
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