Cuen : Writing

Nothing

Nothing

A Poem by Cuen


Nothing, oh nothing, where for art though nothing?Solace before birth returneth me from parental begrudging!What doest thou look like, now known are A..
Entering Dark Energy (working title)

Entering Dark Energy (working title)

A Chapter by Cuen


Present day: Cold to his bare feet, the tile floor webbed out in a dizzy pattern. The straining was over, just waiting on the vanguard to make its..


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