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Named for Summer'You've been coming less and less.'Named for Summer
It wasn't an accusation, but rather spoken with concern. May plucked at her bedclothes self-consciously, averting her eyes from him as he lit another cigarette. He tapped the pack and smiled reassuringly, although she could see the waver behind it, that hint of fear that everyone had shown around her for the last few months.
'If I am, it's nothing to do with you. You know I wouldn't leave you.'
She shrugged her blankets around her. Around her machines hummed like slumbering bees, lights blinking in unison with her heartbeat. The sun made fireflies of the dust, dancing
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A Night OffOnce a year I shut my doors.A Night Off
Had a American punter once who worked in some big-up marketing company. He had laughed drunkenly when he heard about my habit of closing, citing in a voice thick with alcohol and buzzwords all the money that could be made by opening on that particular day, the costume parties, the promotions, demographics and trends , rolling off figures from the pockets of his expensive suit. I would always shrug and say that I made enough, that it was a tradition, and then I’d shuffle over to empty an ashtray or wipe a surface, the bartender’s universal signal that the conversation was over.
by *reddaverocker
UntitledA new life cut from the old, packed into two waiting bags, An awkward hug from my father amid my mother’s tears There was muttered advice, money pressed into my hand And I did not turn my head to look as the bus pulled awayUntitled
My brother had not understood the tears, the hushed words or the empty room where once there had been the welcome noise of laughter, even the harsh words more familiar than silence.
When I arrived, his message fell from my bag and took flight; a college timetable folded into the shape of a bird.
by *reddaverocker
Doomsday SerenadeIt was hard to find a religion that didn’t mention the end of the world.Doomsday Serenade
The prophets had got it nearly right, impressively so considering their resources and relative sanity at time of writing. They had said there would be fire and so there was, great cascading fountains of it, scouring continents to the bedrock, leaving crumpled shades of ash in their wake. They had ranted about the Beast, and there were plenty now to choose from, great iron-boned dragons snarling overhead, lank-haired grendels padding through city streets, ram-horned basilisks cawing and fucking in the coming dark.
What they hadn’t ment
by *reddaverocker
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If God Has A Master PlanI watch her across the table while she lights a cigarette—she looks a lot more nervous than the last time I saw her. Her fingers twitch nervously as she absent-mindedly scratches at her lips with the hand holding the cigarette. Her eyes scan the room—she's looking for familiar faces.If God Has A Master Plan
'Why did you do it?'
Her eyes flick to my face for a second and then back to the room again. We're sitting in a crowded basement pub, round tables stacked closely together, groups of people sitting around them. Grim-faced and weary-eyed, they smoke and drink and cast nervous glances towards the door everytime somebody comes in
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i saw twisted stuff last night. Twisted, ungodly, stuff. And i want in
Short of you dropping by in a helicopter with a case of rum, a pet velociraptor and an intricate plan to rob Fort Knox, I couldn't be happier.
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But it seems it'll have to hold til you return from getting fried in Egypt! What a leap. Remember, Factor 100 and 2 layers at least
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i saw twisted stuff last night. Twisted, ungodly, stuff. And i want in
Or a hat. Whichever's easier.
I'm holding you to that, by the way. You rob places in formalwear too, right?
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