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Bound by Graceless Hippo @Jo_Forty

Resposted from: here Now you are homeward bound. The sun slips from the reddened sky. Your work to sleep, tomorrow found. No worries to be threatened by. Pack your precious things, my dear. Turn off the monitor, the lights. Your way through the streets steer, To peaceful family embrace this night. Your way merrily to

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John’s Flight by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Respoted from: here BBC Breaking News Alert: ‘Birmingham bound flight BA2491 has encountered difficulties and will attempt an emergency landing at the nearest Airport’ I run to the front room and click the TV remote scrolling through endless channels for News 24. I’m desperate for more news. It’s a feature on performing dogs. Back to

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Bound – by Rob @rob_o_parsons

Reposted from: here They stood next to each other. A large crowd behind and around them. They were standing in a large stone building, it was lit by candles on the walls. There was one larger window high on the far wall which allowed the bright winter sunlight to fall in a circle exactly where

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BOUND – (The Gutter Prince, Part 7) by Nathan @baboonicorn

Reposted from: here Continued from part six. To go to the beginning, click here. John Mawgan woke up in the filth of the gutter. The prison wagon lay on its side several yards down the road, one sky-bound wheel still slowly turning on its tortured axle. He thought hard about the possibility of moving – everything ached,

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