Tag: Writing
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Lost
I first remembered where I was when I felt the vibration through the cold metal bed beneath me… how long I’d been out was anyone’s guess, but the stun-blaster caught me off guard. So, here I am, on this ‘prison’ ship, many light-years from Earth, desperate for the loo, with a cracking headache and a…
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Honour, and Cheque, Mate!
This is a second Six Sentence Story for the prompt forge. It’s part of a crossover featuring my character, the despicable Dropped Apostrophe, and The Wakefield Doctrine’s exotic dancer, Rue DeNite. The first part is here The next part here (The Wakefield Doctrine) Then, the next part is here And the part before this one…
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The Unicorn Challenge: The Maze
After three hours and forty-seven minutes, fifty-eight seconds, not forgetting the seconds, in seering heat, with not so much of a drink between us, we reached the centre of the maze; open space at last after corridor after corridor of leaf-lined runs that mostly led to nowhere. At one point, we seemed to walk up…
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The Dropped Apostrophe
The Dropped Apostrophe stood and removed his ear protectors. His Sonic Pulse detonation had worked a treat. The lights, alarms, and vehicles in the surrounding area were all out of action. He used his crystal glass cutter to score a large oval shape in the window in front of him, looked around for dramatic effect,…
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The Ski Trip
Lady Salinger-Wallis squealed with delight as she slipped down the artificial ski-slope. She wasn’t standing; she had fallen at the top of the slope trying to attach one of her skis which had become detached from her left foot as she was about to ski for the very first time. She slid head first, from…
The Mansionic Perspective 