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Mazzz in Leeds: #FridayFlash: Witness
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Friday, 11 December 2009. She was young, in her early twenties. There was congealed blood on the side of her head, a dark clump in stark contrast to the fair hair it matted. A halo of cerebral matter, skull fragments and blood framed her face. She was fully clothed - I am not a religious man, but I found myself thanking some unspecified entity for that small mercy. Would it be inappropriate for her to accept? Could anything good ever come out of an encounter brought about by a violent death? I laughed al...
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Mazzz in Leeds: #FridayFlash: Hub 12
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Friday, 27 November 2009. I have only been dead for a week and already I've been summoned to see the Beast. Woodhouse shakes his head in that despairing way of his. Would you like to earn some karma credits? He thunders at me. "I need someone to visit the human world for me and do some detective work. You were an MI5 agent I believe? I nod - "That would make you the most suitable of my souls for this task. I need you to find out what Woodhouse's story is.". Why not ask Woodhouse himself? Great last parag...
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#Friday Flash: Easter | Test Signals From The Never
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Test Signals From The Never. Tales from another place. Posted by HW Litchfield. Asymp; 13 Comments. Three brightly painted eggs sat on the windowsill, colours bleached to silver by the moonlight. Symbols of the Resurrection, his mother had said. But instinct told Jack they were tokens of something darker, wilder and older than the Bible stories. Creak Creak. Creak. Jack waitedand exhaled. Could he have survived another year? Slowly he lowered the covers. Over the following months they scoured their memor...
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Mum, I’m taking the fish for a walk. Okay, but be back in time for dinner. The man had enunciated, slowly. Dogfish. Ever since, Tommy had been obsessed with the lopsio and had argued all summer long that, as it was a. So in the end they had to resort to the harsh, but final, parental response of Because . By the time his tenth birthday was approaching, however, the popularity of genetically modified pets had brought their price down to levels affordable to the general population. He worked hard at sc...
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3WW CLXXV | Three Word Wednesday
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Each week, I post some words. People write things using the words. Then they comment here. Laquo; 3WW CLXXIV. This entry was posted on February 3, 2010 at 3:00:27 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. 41 Responses to “3WW CLXXV”. February 3, 2010 at 3:26:36 am. You’ll find mine here:. Http:/ beyondtheblog.wordpress.com/2010/02/01/criminality. Leo The Amateur Poet. Here’s mine…. Http:/ shemake...
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Unseen | Danielle La Paglia
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I love being a writer, what I can't stand is the paperwork. –Voltaire. Flash A Time For Everything. Flash Seven Deadly Sins. Flash Slice of Life or Death. May 16, 2013. He willed her to look his way. And for the span of a breath she did. The air in the room stopped moving, the static charge building until her blink popped like a rocket in his head, and the moment was gone. She looked right through him, just like she had for the past three years, and his heart shriveled just a little more. Leave one →.
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Edge | Creating Shadows
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About Magick and Chronicles. A Writer's Journey into the Dark Recesses of Her Mind and Memories. Finding My Way" and "Transformation" were written for my Life Stories class. Mdash; 26 Comments. October 28, 2010. The edge of the knife glided slowly down her cheek. She quivered but dared not move as her captor gruffly murmured, Is there anyone else here? She nodded as her nostrils flared in fear. He smiled without humor and released her head. You like this, eh? She shook her head vehemently. You don’...
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3WW CLXXXII | Three Word Wednesday
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Each week, I post some words. People write things using the words. Then they comment here. Laquo; 3WW CLXXXI. This entry was posted on March 24, 2010 at 2:58:12 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. 40 Responses to “3WW CLXXXII”. March 24, 2010 at 3:18:10 am. You’ll find mine here:. Http:/ beyondtheblog.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/jokes. March 24, 2010 at 5:02:17 am. March 24, 2010 at 5:24:24 am.
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Escape Velocity | Skycycler
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I lift one of his arms. Another. I weigh them carefully on my palms and notice the muscles of his upper body have begun to atrophy. His skin puckered, greying in my grip. I remember it differently. Taut. As he moves fungal puffs of air rise from beneath the wadding. 8216;Easy.’ He says it rasping through gritted teeth. ‘That hurts.’. 8216;Jesus.’. 8216;Nothing.’. 8216;Really, it’s nothing.’. How can I tell him that this youth, this vitality, is everything? 8216;Dad.’. 8216;Thanks.’. 8217; He smirks at th...
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Chicken Dance | Skycycler
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That summer of 1986 was my last in single figures. I marked the days off in this diary – a Christmas present – with a sense of disbelief. My fingers instantly remember its heft. This was the first in an unbroken chain of journals. The slim pencil still here, hiding in the spine, this randomised leatherette grain, the impressive gold lettering and inside, yes! Me: ‘Is that the Queen’s sister? Mother: ‘No, she is a shopkeeper’s daughter. She is also our Prime Minister.’. Me: ‘What about him? Is he the King?
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