
Poems
In the last chapter, Milton miniaturized and swallowed Bill’s program, hiding it inside him, whilst the Feds banged on the door… Milton stood in front of the door. If his avatar could have perspired, it […]
The writer stared at the column of white paper. The paper remained stubbornly blank. It should have become something new, by now: a list, detailing his achievements since last year, somewhat akin to a cosmic […]
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