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Glow by James Johnson @jimmysid6h

There is little in the world as eery as driving alone across the North Yorkshire Moors at 3am. The place is quiet and dark. Not a nice dark: a foreboding, ‘there are skeletons under your feet’ dark. The radio is boring at 3am, and there always seems to be a faint mist. Wisps. That’s the

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Glowman by Sparkly Dust @art_of_serenity

Reposted from: here Hemel Hempstead residents were left stunned last night by the audacious rescue of a drowning girl by person’s unknown. Olivia, age 7, and her mother were attending the Blackbird Moor fireworks. The girl left her mother to buy sparklers, but failed to return. Despite safety barriers, Olivia managed to make her way

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Glow by Captain Raz @captainraz

Reposted from: here  The screen crackled with static before fading to bright white light. Fifteen people held their breath expectantly. As the intensity of the glow diminished it became clear we were looking at the slow ballooning of a mushroom cloud. The detonation had been successful. Only then, when the screen confirmed our victory did

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Glow by Mary Finch @finchymonger

Reposted from: here After three hours of driving on the snaking mountain highways–away from the responsibilities and expectations and noise that crowded life on the plains in the city–the air became thinner, cleaner, and clearer. The final length tested the limits of the town car; roads were pockmarked with the scars of winters past; slopes

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GLOW (The Gutter Prince, Part Thirteen) by Nathan @baboonicorn

Continued from Part Twelve. To start at the beginning, click here. The master of disguise had been caught off guard. Now he was lying, bruised and beaten, under the spear-riddled corpse of that loathsome strongman Bill Muggs. The thug had, in some way, saved his life, but only by being so belligerently obnoxious that their diminutive attackers

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Glow by Rob @rob_o_parsons

Reposted from: here The engine gave a cough and died. He steered the car to the side of the road as close to the hedge. He looked that the glowing dials dashboard. Bugger no petrol, in his rush to get home he never checked, Bugger. He could see snow still falling, lightly it had been

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Glow by Jeroen van Rijn @J_vanRijn

Reposted from: here The eerie blue glow had been following him all this time on his way back home? It had… hadn’t? It glowed indeed, all blue, eerily and glowy. He was certain it followed him. Well, certain enough to contemplate being certain about it. When had he noticed it for the first time? Was

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