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'From the Shadows' is a seamlessly woven collection of poems, short stories, and dialogues, presenting a singular narrative that explores the shared human experience of love, loss, and resilience. It explores the nuanced aspects of love, from the highs of euphoria to the lows of heartbreak, weaving together verses that resonate with the reader's soul. The poems navigate the complexities of life's challenges, offering solace and introspection. Through vivid imagery and evocative language, 'From the Shadows' captures the essence of moments, whether it's the joy of connection, the pain of separation, or the beauty found in resilience. The thematic thread reflects a profound understanding of the human condition, inviting readers to immerse themselves in a lyrical exploration of the shared human experience.

When the world ended there was no one left to care ... Sally was nine years old the day she realized that her house was not really there. Now she must traverse a bewildering and alienating world filled with spiders, monsters and girls in bunny suits. Her only hope is three misfit young men who would rather listen to doom metal and further their drug abuse than save the world - again. The second book in "The Sleep"-Trilogy takes a full throttle down Weirdness Lane and never looks back. Enjoy the adventures of how Ash escaped the coils of the penis snakes (yes, you did indeed read that right), how the illusion of memory slips through the hands of those who live in this dead world, what the deal is with all the ghosts and what the strange shadows in the corner of your eyes are -- no, don't look now. You need to read this first if you want to survive.

How the world ended and no one noticed... It is my theory, that there are only three types of people in the world: Sleepers, ghosts, and spiders. Most people are sleepers. They walk around and function relatively normal, but they do not know what is going on around them. The ghosts are not actually ghosts. They are a memory of people who existed before the world ended. Well, the world as we knew it, once. The ghosts do not do much. They are just there, really. The spiders, however, do stuff. A lot of crazy shit. This story is mainly about the difference between the three. My name is Ash Bourbon. This is obviously a fake name. If you do not already know me, or have already read some of my previous stuff, that is probably for the best. That shit did not paint me in the best picture, to be honest. In fact, a lot of that stuff probably made me seem like a fucking maniac. I am not. Not entirely, anyway. Let me explain...