Category: Thought Vomit
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The Desert Of Ghost Ships
They sail across the dunes, crashing through waves of sand, their tattered sails somehow catching a wind that isn’t there. Their hulls are rotting, or rusted, and if you squint a little, you can see right through them. That’s not from the decay, that’s their ectoplasmic field. The desert of ghost ships appeared a few…
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Mystearious
Was it a severed ear? Or was it all that was left of him? A few days ago, asking himself that sort of question would have been, well, out of the question. A lot had happened since then, and Harry jabbed at the bloody, disembodied lobe with the toe of his shoe. It could be…
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The Telekinesis Revelation
Kelly sat in her room, on the foot of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge but not nearly reaching the soft carpet below. She had a graze on her knee, which was turning all sorts of fascinating colours now. Mum said it should have a plaster on it, but Kelly wanted to watch…
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Behind The Scenes Of Ever Decreasing Circles
Anyone know what this is taken from, so I can hunt for the rest of it?
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Ever Increasing Giggles
Wow, Peter Egan corpses a lot doesn’t he?
