Tag: Writing
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Sssssunssssset!
“So, Jake, what’ll it be…” Nutmeg Dolnoon glanced at the other end of the bar and froze… Jake ‘Cesspit Yellowbelly’ Jones followed her gaze and instantly cowered around the corner of the bar, the top of his stetson and his eyes the only things visible, “if there’s one thing I can’t stand,” he whispered, “it’s…
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Previously
She found him slumped, propped up against the gate she needed to use to get into the back entrance of the Olive Lounge. Her long red hair, tied back by a number of ribbons, wound itself over her shoulder and hung forward as she leaned over the pale man. ‘Why are you here… what are…
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The Wormhole
‘Phew, that was close,’ Roxx said as he looked through the viewport, ‘the wormhole opened just on the other side of the ice cavern.’ ‘Will you close that viewport and come away,’ Skark demanded, tapping digits into the captain’s console, ‘we need it to be as close as possible.’ ‘That was as close as possible…
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A Mansion Groans XI
White and blue electricity crackled as it travelled along the wires towards Thomasina’s perm. Fingers could feel the static in the air around him. Tomstein fizzed again with excitement; his hair reaching further upwards with the additional static. The Honourable Tom and Tomelangelo both watched Tomstein closely, his actions more eccentric than usual. Tomette also…
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A Mansion Groans X
Eventually, the disorganised group of hair, arms, limbs, and bandages burst through the door into Tombert Tomstein’s lab down in the Basement. Tomstein had already sat the dummy on one chair, with a metal dish with wires coming from it secured onto its head with thick silver masking tape. The wires led to a machine…
