October 2011
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Underpass
Not even the smell of the piss-stained stairs could detract from her beauty. Emerald eyes, check. Flaxen hair, check. She had everything I hated in a woman. But together, somehow, it worked.
I strode further into the underpass, eyes locked on her form. Her top said ‘Street Stylez’ or some such across the chest. “A sure sign of a moron,” I used to say, but not now. In the...
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The Puppet That Blew Up Everything
Everyone wasn’t always dead. In fact, at one point up to 50% of the world’s population was almost alive. One month before that point, everyone that should have been alive was alive. And a day after that a puppet went missing from a toy shop in Cardiff.
Nobody knew where it had gone. That was because the owner of the shop, a burly woman called Janet, was the only person that had...
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Ear Wax Bernard
I’ve got a friend. His name is Bernard because he told me. He’s made out of ear wax. He told me that too. Right in my ear.
Bernard talks to me about cricket. He says it’s not the same since they started kicking a head into a net instead of stick-hitting an apple about. He says its a thug’s game now. All knifes and swears and too-bright socks. He liked the apple version...
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Ping Pong
Mortimer had taken to counting the freckles on his arm. There were over a hundred, he’d guessed, but probably less than a million. Anything more specific would have to wait until after the count.
He worked in stints of forty minutes, after which his eyes would fail to focus on his arm, let alone individual freckles. A rest of ten minutes generally reset his faculties and the count could...