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ISSU3s Burgey

ISSU3s Burgey

An old man, arranging letters to cast spells so the mind demon is kept shackled so as not to terrify the population.

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ISSU3s Burgey

ISSU3s Burgey

An old man, arranging letters to cast spells so the mind demon is kept shackled so as not to terrify the population.

4
Writings
3
Followers
1
Following
WHAT THE F*CK

ISSU3s Burgey

3 min read

**_**Language warning**


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What the fuck?!


I absolutely hate these major shifts. It feels like a hot poker has pierced straight from my ass to the top of my head. Someone really messed up in a big way. I grab the binders (hit the brakes) and punch the door with my right hand. I was reaching for the shifter to downshift this big bitch while yelling "SHIT," as I punch the window. Suddenly, the...

Horror

Science fiction

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Sunshine And The Pale Faces

ISSU3s Burgey

1 min read

Instantly, as the sun kissed my face, sweat drops formed and dried, then burned little spots, the same size as the drops of body coolant, into the milky flesh from the shoulder up.

Mere moments later my vision was clouded with steam, no a smoke, yes a smoke from the newly formed blisters rising from the intense orange light.

The pain was excruciating, but only for split seconds at a time, as...

Horror

Fantasy

The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword.

ISSU3s Burgey

1 min read

As the right hand put the final detail—a period—on the invoice, I noticed the surgical scar on the palm just behind the thumb. This scar appeared to merge with another one that extended from the hand and disappeared under the sleeve cuff. I then began to notice scars on nearly every surface of these hands. Wait, is that a bullet hole scar?


Here I was, thinking I was dealing with a simple pencil ...

Crime

Thriller

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Deception

ISSU3s Burgey

1 min read

Hello,


All this trouble is because some misguided individuals in Capital City decided to test a “flying saucer,” which ended up crashing near the imperialists' nuclear weapons cache. Now, I find myself trudging through three feet of powdery snow just to keep the T.V.s—Traverse Vehicles, the tracked snow vehicles we use in Antarctica—in decent working order. My “ladies” are extremely stressed and ...

Science fiction

Crime

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