Tagged: dystopian

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Fleeced

Spoken Word I can tell that you’re snoozin’ – call me a psychic But the only rapid movement’s under your eyelids Not sure if it’s the grade of the chro you’ve been smokin’ You...

serial killer stories 0

The Tramp – Part Five

Serial Story   Down the road, the Tramp saw a collection of cars jumbled together in a massive crash that must have contained at the very least eight automobiles. Knowing he didn’t have enough...

serial killer stories 0

The Tramp – Part Four

Serial Story   The Tramp began a mad frenzy of a display running through the crowds of fleeing people. His blades were thirsty for blood and he was more than willing to quench their...

dystopian short stories 0

The Tramp – Part Three

Dystopian Short Stories   The tramp walked slowly around the table, fingers twitching on the handles of his blades as adrenaline entered his bloodstream. “Samantha, please keep your voice down. I’m not going to...