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John Forcolin

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He/him. 🇮🇹. I blog and write fiction about self-conscious, sometimes self-loathing robots. But it kinda goes all well in the end.
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"What do you think of that?" Ellethor asked Lithor, pointing at a greenskin as it tried to launch his spaceship made entirely out of driftwood and duct tape. "Tenacious, eh?" "No. Nurdzod is just an example of being so nuts that not even a Weirdboy can compare." #scififri #WH40K

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Next up, jump after jump 'til I find a reality where Nerdcore rapper Valley Dick Torian's song Kicking Diaristics is actually a number 1 hit. Jesus cosmic trail to hell lovin Christ my life's stupid. I mean, not a terrible song but existence saving? #vss365 #bravewrite #SciFanSat

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Vines snaked down the ancient ruins in the ravine, reaching for the odd sunbeam filtering through. I was knee deep in water, crunching numbers in my head, hoping my calculations were right. Hoping the Omnipearl hadn't been stolen yet by some lucky graverobber. Late #SciFanSat

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The moment our life as a homeless couple began was when he came out of the casino with bags under his eyes. He did not need his sophisticated turns of phrase to tell me he'd lost it all. His eyes told me before him. #1linewed

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It's 9pm. You're watching a Fifty Shades commentary from '17, eating the caramelized pasta you overcooked in the microwave. You haven't seen your parents in five years, much like your private parts. You waited for Interchanger long enough. He's gone. You have to go, too. #Thurds

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In its pristine state the servitor had been a heavy machine gun walking on four human legs. Now, with one leg torn apart and artery blood spraying all over the place, its restless routine looked even creepier. #SciFiFri #Wh40K

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An app on the phone is counting how many days I've left before I turn 50. Right now it says 9084. They go fast. I have to go faster. Can I go fast enough, I wonder? I want the person who'll see the number 0 to only share my name. #Thurds

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"Hi! I'm Inferno! I come from a dimension where all names are edgy!" "I-I'm C-Carl. I come f-from a d-dimension where e-everyone's on e-edge." The guy from the dimension where everything has an edge cannot speak. He died from blood loss. #SciFiFri

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As a youngster, you felt like you had lava in your veins, like you would split mountains with a pinky, soar above the eagles, find treasures in the ocean. But your fire cooled off the moment your rear end touched the office chair. #FoodParty

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You're good at words, I'll give you that. You stroll in our town, flashing gold rings and gold teeth as your empty words slosh down on the muddy street. But we're all seeing right through you, Hemlock. Stay out of our way, or I'll write your name on a 12 gauge shell. #Thurds

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The Cloudwalkers came back and I read the printouts. According to the drones we had five hours before the asteroid blew our planet to shreds. Schlep and I hauled our magazine collection to the ship, then the food and drink. And just like that, we were ready to go. #SciFiFri

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Mendoza's shamanic ritual had made my subconscious manifest. The Carlton Street I'd grown up in wasn't the same as this one. The road was a crooked strip of obsidian, covered in a oily sheen. My house looked grimy and hairy, as though built out of spider flesh. #1linewed

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"What do you think of this?" Armand gestured theatrically at the room. Annette said, "It's a beautiful, maximum expression of childish creativity. No rules, no purpose, just chaos for its own sake." "I thought I paid you to HELP," snapped the nursery owner. #Thurds

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For Gloria, discussions did not exist—her theories on shape-shifting cannibalistic aliens was true, and that was that. She was one of those people who only got the message when you smashed it repeatedly in their face, possibly in the shape of a knuckle sandwich. #1linewed

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I was sitting at the office lobby when the guy sitting next to me started spraying blood and fell off his chair. His jugular had exploded, right there and then. I looked at the knife which had just materialized in my hand. Grim was setting me up, that marrowsucker. #Thurds

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#BookishTues Mirror #FoodParty Engulf Haven't slept in eighteen days. The nightmares are engulfing my day since they can't haunt me in the night. When I get up from my bed and look at the mirror my reflection's grin is covering half his face.

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The dude had a tricorn so big it folded over his ass when he walked. One day Hitch went to pick the guy's hat, just for fun. The guy looked up at him, staring with his sarurnine gaze for two seconds tops. Next thing we knew, Hitch had dropped dead. #TrickyTues

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As I put my new editor's hat on, the strongest of bloodlusting frenzies took me. I watched impotent as the most self-critical part of myself chose to delete every single main character in the book, cut the entire middle act, called off my agent and pitched on a new one. #Thurds