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They Won't Shut Up by Dizghuye Ovadhere (and Jessica Messinger)
Sci-fi short story on taking over the world by Dizzy (with commentary by Jess)

Planet P!apoose’d
Unfolding fiction epic saga blurs the line between fiction and reality

Meet Tao
Science fiction short story by Dizzy

Meeting Gabriella
Short sci-fi fiction by Dizzy

Who Can Be Trusted?
Paranoia in a different dimension creative fiction

What'd He Call Him?
Slice of life fiction story

Mohegun Sunshine
Dark fiction story of reminiscence

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