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October 02, 2025

On the Labyrinths of the Soul

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It took me many years to realise that hope, expectation, and the search for the ideal relationship filled me with more happiness than the possession of the standard, ordinary, “like-everyone-else’s” sort. The state of longing, here and there punctuated by some adventure…

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June 06, 2025

An Emigrant’s Story

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Hello friends, I’m starting something here that feels a bit questionable – but then again, why not? During the night I was haunted by a flurry of vague dreams where old and new memories blurred together. So by morning, the only clear thing was that I wanted to write – and not…

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June 15, 2025

Everything You’ve Always Wanted to Do but Were Afraid to Try

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“Hello…” Even in this most neutral of phrases, her voice somehow managed to sound drawn out and inviting – or openly seductive, depending on the interpreter’s imagination. For a moment, he considered telling her what he had just been doing five minutes ago with the thought of…

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June 01, 2025

Firecurl in the Ghost Desert – Excerpt

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Chapter one: Deadlock again Rain clouds, dark and puffed-up like turkeys, had been threatening to unleash their wrath on the dreary town all day, but so far had remained all threat and no action, as if to annoy everyone even more. Anne-Firecurl, herself gloomier than even the…