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To cope with reality, Terry constantly repeats the following line to himself: You are an alien. A delusion that he's aware is a delusion, but a delusion he continues to tell himself because in it, he finds comfort. A cynical introvert, Terry keeps himself mostly isolated from the outside world and the people living inside it, reminding himself that no one can relate to him or his struggles because he's an alien. It's only when he decides to interact with a very strange girl that seems a bit alien herself does his world begin to change. At the most normal place possible, a cafe, Terry interacts with a quiet, reserved girl with a gentle smile that only goes by the bizarre name of Metsa. Their first exchange ends with Metsa asking Terry, do you think the forest ever gets sad. From then on, begins a journey of self-identity through distorted perception, talking raccoons, forest spirits, higher dimensions, and most importantly, Metsa herself.*Cover is not my own. It was taken off Pinterest. Magicka Wicca Witch Witchcraft: High Priestess posted by Jean Sisk*…

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Check out my Wattpad birthday story to celebrate 10 years of stories!…

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"Finally, he capsized over, banging his head against the hard concrete. Blood poured down his forehead in thin streams like the swift cuts of a masterful swordsman. Surely, the pain must have been immense, yet the man didn't even feel it; the pain nor the cool blood now dripping down his neck. All of his focus was solely directed towards the bad writing. In just the short span of seven minutes, it left a mental engraving more traumatic than anything in his life; even the witness of his own goldfish committing suicide."…

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Short story for the Literary Fiction Network contest where the prompt is to capture the struggle of a writer in 700 words or less.Being that alcohol and writers tend to go hand-in-hand, I chose to write a story about a poet plagued by writer's block, excessively drinking Hennessy to get the juice flowing again. What follows is a self-critical lens of sadistic depreciation and inner eye's surreal journey of reaching towards truth while locked away in its physical vessel. Also, the title and indeed drink itself is inspired by 2pac.…

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Scraps of paper lie on the classroom's floor, containing this random assortment of words: Frequency. Bone marrow. Time. Origami. Ligaments. Boxcutter. Tesla. Porcupine. Thug. Womb. Paradise. There's absolutely no meaning to them, yet Akuto is told that they are blueprints for a poem that, when fully written, will reveal the meaning of existence.Enter Kameyo, a beautiful, yet enigmatic and slightly delusional girl obsessed with 2pac, Nikola Tesla, and causing as many absurd disruptions possible all in the name of "high art". The moment she enters Akuto's life, his once carefree existence is turned upside down and he has no choice but to follow Kameyo and her strange way of thinking and contradictory way of living. Thus begins a very odd friendship filled with gangsta rap, talks of string theory and quantum mechanics and an unwritten poem.…

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Fisherman Joe is a classic country-side tale about a fisherman named Joe who spends his days trying to catch lampreys because of the lassie that broke his heart.…

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Those scenes probably played more vividly in my mind than it did hers. I tortured myself by remembering every relationship she ever told me about. How explicit she would get. Complaining about the men she had dated or hooked up with. I was the only one she opened up to on that level. She would tell me about them both to have someone to unload her emotions onto and to toy with the feelings she knew that I had for her. They were nothing to her other than a gateway to ease her own pain. I was her emotional sacrifice just like she was the physical sacrifice for the men that took advantage of her.…