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  • The Park

    It was a cool summer’s day when I first met Jason Anderson. He was only four years old. I myself was only recently assembled. I had but two paths, lovingly ...

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  • No Need for Alarm

    Franklin Randall lived in Apartment 17, Berguire Plaza, in the Tolaney District of New Viridian. Mr. Randall always wore a black trench coat and clutched a black briefcase and a ...

    28 min read
  • Americana Border

    Two Americans take a trip down the river in this startling, sexy, atmospheric poem.

    2 min read


Maybe what most people wanted wasn't immortality and fame, but the reassurance that their existence had meant something. No matter how long... or how brief. Maybe being eternal meant becoming a story worth telling.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality