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Fiction

  • Physics and The Unwanted Cat

    Physics and The Unwanted Cat

    For Edwin Pentop-Rage, Tuesday mornings normally included muesli for breakfast, a run round the park, a cool down and stretch, and a shower. They normally didn’t include lying on a sticky floor with a surprised look on your face, a throbbing headache and wondering what that metallic smell was. And yet, that’s where he found…

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  • Custard Cream Of Doom

    Back in 2010, I was invited to write a short piece for the wonderful, but now sadly suspended, Encounters With Remarkable Biscuits. The following is the piece I produced, I thought you might like to see it.   I’d awoken in one of those Disney styles, where you spring out of bed as the sunshine…

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  • Kid Stare

    They call him, Kid Stare. I know that now but back then I had no idea. Back then I was an innocent. Back then I felt safe. It was a week ago and the weather was sunny, a perfect day for a ride on my red trike. It had a long handle on the back…

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  • The Juggler

    Waldo the Sword Swallowing Midget was being carried out on a stretcher when Lucius arrived. In the stage manager’s office, Oliver Bunco was pacing and chewing nervously on a big cigar. Lucius called out, “Everything alright, Bunco?” “Did you see Waldo? Poor sod; he pulled out the big one and pulled part of his gut…

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  • The Faces of Harry Slade

    It had been a normal sort of Sunday, so far. The sun had shone for most of the day. Lawns had been mown. Cars had been washed. Children had been yelled at. And Harry Slade had lain in his bed. He’d lain there all morning. The sun squeezed through the closed, but gappy, slats of…

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