MEETING POINT


“Beware of the mystery spot that enjoins motive and conscience; More important, the enclave that encapsulates the duo. For…fff…f.” He paused, indicating progress with a gentle nod, desperately gasping for breath, his left fist tightly clenched. Continue reading “MEETING POINT”

STRIPPED


My name is Macho. I will fearlessly tell of the moment that forever altered the course of my life. Let’s just say I belonged in relegation, somewhere in the shades of insignificance. Literary. And in every respect. That pretty much for the better part of my life. This was of course enough to have perfectly configured me to be synonymous with defeat. Continue reading “STRIPPED”

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