I have a lot of ideas, very often. As I capture them, they have a chance to go here once formalized. Everything I make is connected somehow.
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Stories by Seth Billiant
Byronic
Flash fiction at the beginning of the end of common existence.
Seven
After fossil fuels have run out, this poorly formatted short poem describes a few fleeting minutes in the life of a boy interested in relics of the past that once was, forced to collect them in scarce secrecy.
One
Short, poem-esque and lacking in context: all these things describe this piece.
I didn't want to lose it, though.
