Monthly Archives: February 2016

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Meal by Nathan @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. Clinically appraising his taut, lean physique in one of the full-length mirrors that adorned his bedroom, Calum snorted in disgust. It just wasn’t working. He furiously flung the protein shake bottle at the wall. It tasted of death and upset his stomach anyway. His reflection smirked at him, riddled with imperfections imperceptible

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Fit for a Swine by Thom @MrMoth

Reposted from here. Don’t eat that. What? Why not? What’s wrong with it? Poison? It’s poisoned, isn’t it? All my food is poisoned these days. The great tragedy of being Emperor for life is how short other people want to make that term of office. Bring out the Food Taster, come on. Where is the

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Meal by Mary Finch @finchymonger

Reposted from here. The collapse of Faith didn’t start where you might expect. As the Book tells us, Faith needs belief and action and all that, but the crumbling corner was not a lazy apathy or seed of doubt. Faith withered from a point of weakness overlooked not only by pessimists and optimists, ministers and theologians, conservatives and liberals. The

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Toothbrush by Nathan Redland @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. A salvage craft dropped, burning, through the atmosphere, extending fragile limbs as its descent slowed. With the unmistakable wet hiss of biohydraulics, the ventral access hatch stretched open and birthed a translucent greyish mass of organic matter about the size of a small car. The blob extended pseudopods and began to crawl

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Toothbrush by Captain Raz @captainraz

Reposted from here. It’s just a toothbrush, isn’t it? But if that’s the case why is it scaring her so badly? Because it’s not just a toothbrush, it’s a symbol. Having her own toothbrush round the other woman’s apartment means something. It means that they’re thinking about this being more than what they’ve been pretending

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Column by @ChocoLaDutchess

Reposted from here. Mr Frat was with his hands in his hairs. How long could it possibly TAKE for that silly new journalist Ms Bubbles (or was it ‘Babbles’? He quite forgot) to write that new column of hers? He had given her the special spot for the occasion during the weekly meeting, as everybody

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Glamour by Laura Mullan @LauraMullan

Reposted from here. ‘I think I’ll call you Roo’ she said, as she twirled he fingers through his greying black beard. He just nodded, astonished that after all the uproar over the past few days such a glamorous woman had knocked at his mother’s door and asked to see him. At least, he assumed that’s

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Glamour by Kay Barrett @KayBeeBooks

Reposted from here. Stewart perched on the arm of the sofa and heaved a great sigh. He was becoming despondent. All of his romantic overtures to the beauteous Moira had come to naught. His friends had started to laugh at him; at first in huddles when they thought he wasn’t looking, but now openly. “Mate,” his

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