Category: Echo-a Dystopian Science Fiction Novel
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Lorax! What’s wrong?” I hurry over to the spherical Seuss-being, right as he snorts coke off a petrified tree-stump. “Leave me alone!” he barks. “What the fuck do you know about speaking for the trees? I used to have free fucking reign of these motherfucking forests—now they’re filled with special ops larpers! Everywhere I look,…
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What the robo-fuck is happening, all you desperate horny fools who buy a ChatGPT-powered pocket vajeen and eagerly stick your meat in the aperture, only to have it clamp down with its servo-powered ridges and trap your wiener in its mechanical clutches, two soulless eyes sprout on the shaft and burn with Mordor-furnace blaze, a…
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Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!
Echo is where I started my writing journey. The series has four books, and is filled with musings on society and existence, along with big doses of violence (especially in book 2) as well as psychic stuff and existential philosophy (book 3 and 4). You can see me get a firmer grip on dialogue, description,…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“Hey Kent.” Yoda floats over and claps me on the shoulder. “Good to see you as a fellow Force Ghost. How was the transition? Not too rough?” Obi Wan and Qui-Gon float up behind him. “Nope. It was damn near perfect. I was jerking it to myfriendshotmom dot com. Right before I bust, I see…
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What the Ultimate Fucking Revenge is happening, all you lucky-ass mofos who stumble on the Jackpot Superpower, that of making anyone shit themselves upon your mental command, you start using it against everyone who annoys you (Karens, old men yelling at clouds, culture war enthusiasts, whoever the fuck decided baking oatmeal raisin cookies was a…
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Check out my sci-fi series: Echo!
Echo is where I started my writing journey. The series has four books, and is filled with musings on society and existence, along with big doses of violence (especially in book 2) as well as psychic stuff and existential philosophy (book 3 and 4). You can see me get a firmer grip on dialogue, description,…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
“And so, Kent Wayne, on all 3,874,932 grammar violations, as well as the crime of peeing in the shower, we find you…GUILTY!” Predictably, the entire courtroom (also comprised of narrow-penised Grammar Nazis), erupts in raucous jeers and hurrahs. “We all pee in the shower!” I rage. “WE ALL DO IT!” The courtroom breaks out in…
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What the Christmas shit is happening, all you eager-beaver-receivers of beautifully wrapped presents who wake up extra early to see if you can spot Santa, only to discover a festive-colored, green-and-red, candy-cane-striped shit on the empty plate which once held your customary tribute of cookies, the feces is still wreathed in goddamn steam, which means—aHA!—you…
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Yet another weird ad for my novels
Occasionally, I’ll spot an article that details “the hardest jobs in the world,” and break out in despairing maniacal laughter. I’m what passes for Kent Wayne’s brain—a literal hamster on a wheel that’ll live off cocaine if it ever becomes a viable option. You may be asking what’s so hard about my job. Run on…
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What the turtlehead is happening, all you arrogant fools who think you have the sheer force of will to deny your poop entry into the outside world and thus stare down at your anus with trembling lips, a sweat-soaked brow, and a livid stare where the veins on your eyeballs jump and twitch, you let…
Kent Wayne 