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Blooregard Q. Kazoo

  • The Small God

    He stood outside. It was raining. Cold. Hard. He looked to his left. A bleached obelisk stood straight, narrow; puncturing through a perilous sky. To his left was nothing; a ...

    • Short Story
    • Science Fiction
    13 min read
  • The Story Of Amanopalco

    There once was a boy from Nags Head, Who flew his kite into a shed. He went to retrieve it, And now he can't see it, The kite is now ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


sometimes i don't consider myself a poet but then i remember that i literally write poetry
— chikara