Category: Writing
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The Big Match
The crowd was growing restless. They had gathered in the stadium hours before the start, in anticipation of the big match, and now, with the continued delay, there was a strong chance that things might turn ugly. The empty pitch and the blank Jumbotron screens served as a mocking reminder to the swelling body of…
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The Thought Eater
Like all these things, it started innocently enough. We all joined in, because it was fun, and every time someone enjoyed what we wrote, or shared it, we got that little hit of dopamine that our stupid monkey brains so desire. It got a little darker as time went on, and a nastiness crept in…
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The Burdened Man
Jack hadn’t woken up. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually properly woken up. If he had the energy, he would have sat down and worked it out, and if he had the energy, the conclusion would have shocked him. Jack hadn’t woken up properly for fifty three years. As it was…
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Pound Of Flesh
I mean, they technically kept it free I suppose. Somehow though, they found a way to privatise people. And that meant they could justify free health care, in their own weird way. I remember when you could get a prescription without paying. I didn’t even mind paying a little bit for a prescription after a…
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The Group
The Group was growing. More members were joining every day, and their work, and their word, was spreading. That’s why I signed up, not really knowing what to expect. The nightmare scenario had been robots taking over the world. No one could have known the reality was going to be much much worse. At first,…
