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PROGRESS

Gods of Yore

Once mighty and strong, they now hold no dominion over humanity. They weaken, and they flail in their weakness, but we continue our forward march.

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As they tear the false gods down and burn them in effigy, I wander amongst the humans. I feed from their hatred of the old, and their love of the new. Their…

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Rocky Shores
Microcosm

A shot of whisky, a cup of coffee, and a loaded 44 are all you need to keep yourself alive. A writer of fiction, even if it is true.