Monthly Archives: July 2017

Telephone, a TELEPHONE tale by @Rob_o_parsons

Reposted from here. He sat down behind his desk and breathed out a heavy sigh. Staring at some of the paperwork. He took Off his hat and dropped it on the piles of paper.   There weren’t much to do but wait. The next hours would determine whether he could go back to some of

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Dead Line, a TELEPHONE tale by @NathanRedland

Reposted from here The signal transmitter loomed like an obelisk over the Asphodel Fields, ignored by the spirits who listlessly drifted below. Junior Overseer Ethelion marked off the final point on his checklist. He was a pale, drawn young man in a scratchy grey robe that didn’t quite fit properly. A tinny recording of a

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A TELEPHONE tale by @frog_bin

Reposted from over ‘ere BRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGG ‘Georgia! It’s the telephone!’ It wasn’t the telephone. It was the man on the other end of the telephone! The voice was Georgia’s mother, calling to her room from the kitchen. She’d be dead in three months. Georgia heard her calling and bit her lip,

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A TELEPHONE tale by @the_oblomovist

Eight days since she had spoken to anyone. She strained to remember who it had been, the woman’s name. Linda? Lisa? Lara? Something like that. A PPI call. Such an annoyance and yet she had almost cherished the opportunity to scold her. How dare she? The imposition! The delicious righteous indignation at being harassed in

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Telephone, a TELEPHONE tale by @JamesLeLacheur

“Watson, come here, I want you,” said Bell wistfully. He had been daydreaming and spoke, quite by accident, to the wall that separated his and Watson’s rooms. The mouthpiece on his desk had other ideas, however, and had transmitted his absent-brained plea straight to the ears of his colleague, who started, then leapt to his

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Resurrect, A RESURRECT story by @rob_o_parsons

Reposted from here. This story continues from Locket a previous short story. Mary is an unmarried Catholic mother of two in the 1800’s whose pregnancy was kept secret by her family. She has just been knocked down by a horse and cart, as a doctor and priest come to her aid the priest realises she

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Resurrect, A RESURRECT story by @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. The price, one diamond, worth at least a thousand gold pieces. Steep, but we could afford it, if we sold the farm and Father’s heirloom sword. The priest counselled caution, yet I can think of nought but my weak, febrile little boy, and the dread morning that Oleg found him cold and stiff

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Park – A RESURRECT story by @AlexWattsEsq

Reposted from here. We thought it was a golden age. Once they cracked the body-mind problem, anyone who could save or borrow enough for the clinics could order a fast baked, custom aged resurrection of anyone they had a gene sample for. Doomsayers predicted an unsustainable population explosion, and the collapse of civilisation as an

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Resurrect – A RESURRECT story by @JamesLeLacheur

In the year 2000, the last Pyrenean ibex died, crushed by a falling tree. Nine years later, scientists successfully brought it back to life via cloning. A landmark in biology: the first extinct taxon to be raised from the dead. Alas, no sooner had they achieved this remarkable feat than the fruit of their labour

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Resurrect – A RESURRECT story by @Frog_Bin

Reposted from here. Max Max Landis Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxLlllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnddiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssswhat was it back then what part of it what was so good what are you remembering for remember remember? yeah it wasn’t they’re just static, frozen and you are the mess. the mess is the best. you are the change you want, you are the force and

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