flash with a strange, hard-hitting punch.
“Dinner was fucked up...”
A futuristic glimpse of corporate ownership, unsettling and masterfully crafted.
Gorgeous, fluid prose with stark insight... “It is such that I found myself outside of myself, at such grindingly paradoxical odds with...”
Three wholly unique flashes—just at the fine point prior to outlandishly weird—that wrestle purpose, characterization, and humor with conceptual brilliance.
This flash captures the heart of several layers of archetypes with skill and beautiful prose... “Even as I give you the key, its tarnished blade staining your palm, I doubt whether I can endure this confession...”
Part prophecy. Part truth. Read this bizarre flash and come all too close to the “Demon Reaper” of cultural consumerism.
Finely crafted flash with powerful immediacy...
Oet proves that the sincere proclamation of voice from the diaphragm of creative desire is all an author really needs!
This story is for you: Brutal honesty of the solo kind and frustration of the social kind: intertwined.
Visceral and disturbing—blood goes a long way.
This writer nails it:
"...he knew because he could feel it grow and pulse through him – that somewhere he reverberated in the hum of her language...”