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Blackout, a CROSSING story by @godigumdrop

Reposted from here. It’s time. Not just about time but long overdue I’m afraid— Wait, no, scratch that, There’s no more fear here. I’m crossing you out Drawing a line through this debacle. Blocking you out to rekindle my sparkle. I’m striking out coz we’re done And dusted with just enough ash To score that

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A CROSSING story by @frog_bin

Reposted from here. I used to keep a copy of the new Animal Crossing at the bottom of my cupboard in my old house but I never played it because I knew I was waiting for a ‘dark time’ in my life where I’d need it, all I’d need was a plug and the charge

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Cabinet, a CABINET story by @spacewriting

Reposted from here. In the cabinet: the curiosities. Where the desirables retain their value; where secrets are kept. In the cabinet where motes rush headlong against the glass, shining until the last, and inside their sunless counterparts lay dormant and fearful. Maria looked out of a cramped corridor window and saw rows of heads. Hairless

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The Glass Doors, a CABINET story by @MrMoth

Reposted from here. I remember my Grandmother’s cabinet. Glass-fronted, each panel etched with a complex pattern of flowers and leaves that never quite seemed to match your memory. I had favourite knot-whorls in the surface of my Grandmother’s table, I had the grain of the brushstrokes in the paint on the walls of her bathroom

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Cabinet of Curiosities, a CABINET story by @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. Granny’s front room was the same as I remembered it, sitting bored with my squash making up stories in my head about all the animal ornaments she’d collected. The trio of miniature black plastic elephants had still not made any progress on their arduous decades-long trek across the mantelpiece. The second porcelain

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Reshuffle, a CABINET story by @JamesLeLacheur

Reposted from here. The Prime Minister strode down the corridors of Whitehall, advisors in tow. His neatly cropped beard twitched triumphantly, his eyes steely with resolve. “Congratulations on your victory, Prime Minister!” said an intern before being swallowed up by his entourage. The PM continued to walk with purpose. His head advisor drew level with

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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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