I have a checkered past in large cities on three continents. I started as a newshound with or without a camera, but dissatisfaction with the modern corporate model of the making-a-living hassle drove me to escape to my present grounds where I have survived in various occupations, mostly on or near the saltwater or at various landscaping sites. At this time I reside in a fairly remote village, almost in the woods but close enough to a dead end road to suffer the visual injury of power lines and the passage of an occasional vehicle. It could be worse.
I am not a writer, just a storyteller with a liking for works of dystopian fiction.
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Stories by Jeanpragot
- 16 Published Stories

GHOSTS CAN DANCE
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Near home, at a turn off on the Black Woods Road dwells the spirit of a maiden killed by the logging truck sh...

MORE BABIES THAN BULLETS
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This tale is intended to be included in an anthology of short stories centered on the topic of artificial int...