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A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
On Publish0x:
https://www.publish0x.com/storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions/fragment-123-xmgrdxz?a=X7axkJW3ey
On Wattpad:
https://www.wattpad.com/1622905647-storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions-fragment-123
On Minkly:
Tl;dr - juggling, obviously
But for those of you that do not have a sense that where it goes right and/or wrong when it does and doesn't, and other fun aneurisms at the office, I am Victorious Phoenix, retard extraordinare, famous for things like my sex cult and infamous for things like the Craigslist incident, and this is me being humble, btw.
You may have noticed I did an tyop up there in the titlootski, but that is one aspect of where my skill is innately employed. Every dingledoodle, bimbapper, and messiah candidate who has written more than two pages of something creative of their own voluition calls themselves a good writer. Finishing the first draft of a chapter warrants the ignobelian use of great.
Hence, I am a skilled righter, because I am the world's largest hebephile at large and I stand up for the rights of everybody who, no seriously, I right my sins is the joke, where sin is obviously "defilement" in the Ālaya-vijñāna, which is the möbiation of one's karmic/quantum entanglements within the topological matrix we are not IN, but rather ARE.
And that's why juggling made me the wordsmithing juggernaut with astronomical daily word count (record: without amphetamines - 8k-ish, with amphetamines - 16,284) with merit on SOME axises of, uh, merit, because you are what you entangle yourself with.
After that acid trip where I was abducted by the Crazy Indigo Aliens and taught about the psychotronic spiritual warfare I previously deduced MUST be happening in our police state, I thought I had a job waiting for me, so I wrote a lot, like 500-1000 words a day, erryday, then joined a cult, escaped, realized I was a woman on another acid trip, became homeless, traveled the country, started a sex cult built around incestuous necrophilia for platypuses, got v& by the FBI, talked my way out of it, wrote my book on meth, escaped my one handler in the CIA to be rescued from homeless by my compassionate life partner who may have set me up, and now I just have a sex cult for kids. It's educational; I teach those that laugh at such a thing about how much Jesus loves them!
But the reason for that is because I accidentally told my ROTC cadre that my sister (nonexistent) got me pregnant. It's a fun situation I'm in, having been chosen to kickstart the completely onrails revolution with a courtcase so fucky that children and adults alike will be unable to resist going through my just recently suspended X account in the same way they couldn't resist going through the Epstein emails, cuz I'm his boss, btw, that still very alive cop who's friends with that orange cop-in-chief, similar to Hunter Biden and the Clintons, and Israel; lost tribe strategy - have part of your network play the heel for intelligence gathering and counterintelligence potential.
But I'm just bait, being this master baiter (skilled righter AND performance artist playing an authentic, autobiographical character), cuz I know everything I type is regalinated on a keylogger thanks to Pegasus II because of:
The bomb incident
The schizophrenia
Craigslist incident
I have been set up
Repeat 4 infinitely
I'm sure it looks bad on paper, but hey, at least I know God is good, because look at the fucking line length! GOAT of goat starers, right here! And that's because I busted my ass in complete psychosis, thanks to MKULTRA and Obama. I entangled myself with positive things, which means I made my neurons fire and then there were a lot more connections.
Waking up and journaling in free-writing stream of consciousness is great for that purpose, and also works as a great therapy. Likewise, having an additional art to channel your creative potential through can make some important connections. In living the life of the artist you want to be, you will grow to become that artist. Performance art as a whole helped give me exposure therapy and conditioned me out of much maladaptation about being a genuine schizoautismo oblivious savant (I am so counterintelligent).
God says this is good. More? No I don't wanna! I am master of my own destiny, so I can create on a whim and be perfectly content to stop in the middl
A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
On Publish0x:
https://www.publish0x.com/storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions/fragment-122-xpllprz?a=X7axkJW3ey
On Wattpad:
https://www.wattpad.com/1614342067-storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions-fragment-122
On Minkly:
A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
On Publish0x:
https://www.publish0x.com/storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions/fragment-121-xnjkozq?a=X7axkJW3ey
On Wattpad:
https://www.wattpad.com/1610909053-storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions-fragment-121
On Minkly:
Fun fact, while revisiting an old story I published, I realised that, after doing a lot of research previously into the years of a specific thing, that I could not use a name of a place because it was changed in 1954... The story took place in 1955. I am so stupid.
A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.
On Publish0x:
https://www.publish0x.com/storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions/fragment-120-xmgjrxr?a=X7axkJW3ey
On Wattpad:
https://www.wattpad.com/1606645658-storytelling-in-paragraph-proportions-fragment-120
On Minkly:
Hello to everyone visiting this community!
I just wanted to apologize to everyone, as I didn't want to spam here.
After communicating with several members of the community, I've decided to stop posting for some time, until I make an article that suits this community better.
My last post remains the "No title writing challenge!" , which is a writing prompt for a contest organized by me. And sposored by me. The deadline for submissions is 17.6.2026. and the first prize is 100€ and a featured story in my publication. So check it out if you want to share a personal essay.
I've come to this community in order to get feedback and share my work, as well as to promote my publication and reach more readers and writers. I don't sell anything. I just want to find real people who like to read and write and to build something together.
I wish the best to all! :)
A collection of short stories in different genres, inspired by different authors in fiction
