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A little bit of explanation – I asked my listeners to come up with 5 words for me to write a short story about, so I could read it out on my Friday show. Osku provided wave, book and glass. Vexicus provided beautiful and wings. On a boaring day at work, this is what I came up with.

Strange dream is strange

Strange dream is strange

“Just a little furthur,” I shouted at the woman running in front of me. She glanced back and I saw the fear on her dirt and tear stained face. “Keep going!” I yelled at her again. Behind me I could hear the heavy, metalic steps of our adversaries. I glanced back, aimed my rifle in the general direction of the robots and fired, the auto-fire spewing out brass like a frat boy the morning after a night before. Missiles, grenades,…

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Thinking out loud

Thinking out loud

Avery Rackell, deceased, was in a high ranking management position, within the corporatocracy of MOW. He married a co-worker, Tayla Sarez, and had two children, Brianna and Asuka, both daughters, with her. When the children were 5 and 1 Tayla’s parent’s decreed their three children, spouses and various grandchildren should all become freelancers and join the Organisation, an anti-MOW ‘criminal’ organisation. Avery declined the move and tried to convince his wife to do the same. However loyalty to her family…

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Sammy goes to the Zoo

Sammy goes to the Zoo

This is a short short story, inspired by the keyword ‘camel’. Sammy stopped and gripped the bars of the animal enclosure. “Wow Dad! What’s that?” Sam’s dad sighed and looked at the sign on the pen. “A camel. Oh Gloria!” he said tiredly, attention switching back to Sammy’s little sister. “No, don’t take of your shoes, I said… Look come here…” But Sammy had stopped listening to his dad and was staring intently at the strange creature in front of…

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Prompt: ‘The room was furnished in white, except…’

Prompt: ‘The room was furnished in white, except…’

I loved my Aunt Polly dearly. She was always so eccentric living out in the country, her little cottage always festooned inside and out with bright colours. I loved that she always had the most interesting sweets and jams, the oddest collection of nick-nacks. It seemed a shame now that she had to had to move into a home. My mother told me that she’d had a fall and broke her hip and so she wasn’t spry enough to bound…

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Prompt: ‘I was unprepared for his embrace’

Prompt: ‘I was unprepared for his embrace’

We stood like two strangers on the rain platform. Which, I suppose we were. Never mind that I was his daughter. Never mind that he was my father. We didn’t know each other, and we hadn’t, not for a long time. Not since Mama passed. I looked at him, his greying hair, the corduroy jacket. At one glance even I, a stranger, could tell the academic life suited him. The life of Oxford; stuffy rooms, bulging books and papers, large…

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Brr

Brr

Music: Placebo I think winters just hit. Its SOOO cold! I’ve been sat all day with 2 jumpers and a pashmina on, drinking scrumpy [cider]. So I guess I’m a wee bit tipsy. lol. Whatever. I found the best artist to day, check her out here! I know she mostly does sketches but they’re so good. I loved ‘It’s hard’ so much, I decided to write a bit about it. Kathy crouched in the shadows, awaiting her second victim. Well,…

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Story, ARGGGH!!!

Story, ARGGGH!!!

Music: none Ok, so nobody actually visits this thing, so I’m gonna let off a little steam. Stupid fuckin’ Asuka, why does she have to be so difficult, why can’t I draw full people, why can’t i decide what equipment she has, why is she so hard to design, why do I know no one who will draw them for me, why is my writing a peace of lame crap, why can’t i get it all SORTED OUT!!! YAHHHHHHH!!!! Ahem….

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Descriptive Piece Three

Descriptive Piece Three

She awoke suddenly, taken from the dream-state as though a rope had pulled her physically away. She automatically breathed in the cold morning air, a great stuttering breath, but instantly hacked it back up again, the cough sending tremors through her whole being. When she had recovered, the young woman sat up and looked around, clutching at her bed with taut fingers. It was the same as when she had gone to sleep – the desk, the chair, her clothes…

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