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By Chris Green
Matt finds himself on a deserted station where there are no passengers and no trains. But it is about to get worse.
By Tyler Voeks
Post modern fiction, about a man dying.
Art about art. How meta.
By Chris Green
Einstein posits that the distinction between past, present and future is no more than a stubbornly persistent illusion. The protagonist starts to discover what he was talking about.
By Max Watt
What is it like to detect the scrawlings of a man who has lost everything? An obscure attempt at a postmodernist narrative.
By Chris Hables Gray
An analysis of contemporary war with particular attention to how computers have shaped US military policy as weapons and metaphors.
A short story I wrote for an assignment in the postmodern Gothic genre. Please comment, as any feedback before it is due would be very helpful.
By Tilman Otto Wagner
experimental poem about the future of mankind
By Burnest Hemingway
Two men have been trapped in a story! Will and Dr. Roget need to desperately escape the clutches of the author before he gains access to their thoughts and renders it all stream-of-consciousness.
By R R Monroe
A talented puppet maker falls into a unrewarding job and a pattern of isolation that he will break by any means necessary.
Being what is not while not being what is-- is steeped in travail. Neurosis, anomie, existential angst, alienationâ€¦all have been mentioned as possible outcomes, but perhaps the most interesting outcome was pointed out by Simmel in the early part of the 20th century when he basically said...
Just out of Strawgoh School of Witches, Espers and Other Human Beings With Fascinating Talents, Trick Davis soon receives a job as a detective, working under Salman Rushdie. Watch as Trick faces his most cunning enemy yetâ€’ David Ben-Gurion!
By Luis Mariano Garcia
This is the story about a little sucubuss, who was extremely sad, because she was chubby and couldnâ€™t seduce anyone.
By Nicola Jane
When time is slowed and particular moments seem to hang in one's memory
Poetry | Updated Nov 9, 2006 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1