Category: Writing
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Drifting Towards Oblivion
Something the size of a continent drifted relentlessly through the cold vacuum of space, just as it had done for centuries. The armoured hull plates were battered by hundreds of years of tiny meteor collisions, and the once proud paintwork was now a mere memory crusted in rust. The lights from a thousand portholes pinpricked […]
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Mirror In The Bathroom
What the hell possesed me to order a giant, Gothic mirror from eBay? I’d forgotten I’d ordered it until it arrived this morning, badly packaged, bursting at the seams, and dropped off by a man wearing shorts in the dead of winter. There’s not even anywhere to put it. And I can’t blame it on […]
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The Rusty Bus
No one knew why it was there. But it’d been there ever since he could remember. He even had a memory of looking at it from his pushchair, and that was like a whole six years ago. While the rest of the field looked normal, right in the middle, surrounded by shoulder height grass, and […]
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Every Bloody Time
It was fair to say that he’d coasted through his life without paying much attention. Barry knew it, he’d be the first to admit it, if he noticed you making the point. Which he wouldn’t. Lately though, he was starting to notice things. Namely, the same things. Over and over a-bloody-gain. Every morning, he woke […]
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The Drive Drive
I built it because I was getting fed up with the amount of procrastinating I was doing. I could have procrastinated for money. A Pro Procrastinator. Nothing was getting done. Then I had the idea to build The Drive Drive. And even though it was a fairly simple device, made from a colander and an […]
