Category: Writing
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Staring Into The Void
She’d been staring at the blinking cursor now for what seemed like days. When she checked the time, it had really only been a few hours. And in those hours, she’d made enough coffee to fuel a battalion of soldiers for a week. She’d eaten too many mince pies, bought on offer because they were…
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Only Ghouls And Horses
Ghostbusters Inc. now has offices in New York, Paris, and Peckham. Alright, technically, the Peckham branch isn’t an official franchise, but my brother Del assured me categorically that we weren’t infringing on any international copyright agreements. I don’t believe him sometimes, but he promised me fifty quid if I painted the logo on the side…
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Chews Day
Wind threw up dust. That’s all it could throw up, there was nothing else left. Just the dust of a crumbling world, swirling in eddies around the last few survivors of a war so stupid no-one talked about it. It had started because of a Presidential haircut. It had ended when the missiles landed. Aloran…
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Ripcord
It started with a tweet. It always started with a tweet. He’d been sat at his desk, waiting for his brain to wake up so he could begin working, or at least feel like he was working, which amounted to the same thing, when he wrote a fatuous comment on his Twitter feed. “Why don’t…
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The Host
When he signed up to be the new host of the biggest talk show in the country, there was a massive press frenzy. His casting was totally from left-field. Tony had never been on TV before, not even in a small role. He’d sent his audition tape in, mostly as a joke, and put hardly…
