A man lies asleep on a bed. A gust of wind. A rumbling. He walks around, taking photographs. Messages from both his dreams, and mine, where we are haunted by people in student uniform.
soliloquy (or; please don't leave my cheeks dry and my mind empty)
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A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and...
An obsessive finger-snapping office worker begins to encounter strange behaviors from those around him, which escalate over time. Meanwhile, black liquid starts to seep across his body.
