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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

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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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