Category: Writing
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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…
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The Story Sandwich
She was addicted to sandwiches. Well, not just any sandwiches. Specifically, she was addicted to one sandwich, from one cafe, in one town. And they didn’t always have them. She could never recreate the taste of them at home, even if she bought the right bread, the same ingredients, even the same butter. She’d asked…
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Hellbows
He never liked this elbows. They were always mean to him.
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The Smell
He awoke, slowly, the sounds of the world beginning to invade his consciousness. And then the smell hit him. At first it smelt like freshly cut grass, and he stretched under the covers, letting out a little purr of contentment. Then he took another sniff, and this time it was the odour of cooking bacon.…
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The Cactus At The Door
He was roused from his afternoon nap by a noise. At first he was too discombobulated to realised what the noise was, but as he sat up, rubbed his eyes and stretched a yawn at the same time, he realised it had been the front door bell. It took him a while these days to…
