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The sun was shining, another glorious day. Boon busied herself with rolling up her sleeping mat, tidying her living space and making a far greater mess out of whatever lay about left over from the dimly recalled night before. Dressed in leggings and a shorter sleeved pullover, ready for a delightful venture forth into the great outdoors the pretty young gnome with a childish eagerness took hold of the knob of her portal ...
Tommy looked across the hospital bed at Heidi and Tim and sighed. “Well Misses G I’m thinking it is time I left you and these other two alone.” The coma persisted, the hospital’s machines beeping rhythmically, keeping track of oxygen, heart rate and brain activity. Tommy leaned over the bed and gave Tim’s mum a kiss on the forehead. It was clammy and the kiss made a smack like noise as Tommy’s lips brushed ...
December 31st 1999, 11:59pm, ten seconds to midnight… “Ten!” shouted the crowded dance floor. The DJ urged them all to scream the number loudly as it flashed up on the projector screen. The Escape Cruise ship New Year’s Eve crowd at the Naughty Nineties disco obliged with gumption and glee. Jamie moved through that crowd with purpose and precision. Sam was out there somewhe...
December 21st 1999Sam’s day pretty much started like any other at Gordon and Gordon Accounting. Login, clock on and attack the numbers. Sam liked numbers. Numbers were safe and dependable. It was close to Christmas and creeping closer still to that dreaded Millennium and the supposed bug that would wipe out technology and life as all knew it. Sam tapped the computer lovingly.“I’ll back you up, I promise,” Sam soothed.The day went on like every other, nine through to five with half an hour for lun...
Bert’s fat lips wobbled as he skimmed over the embossed font scrawled across the crisp parchment. Each letter was a rusty brown in color, the ink swirling, curly. The young man mouthed every word as he deciphered it. He could not believe his luck; from what he had been able to determine thus far Bert’s Great Uncle Donaldson had mysteriously disappeared, presumed deceased. Bert had not known of this strange benefactor, ...
The mist was like a pea soup. So thick that Detective Donaldson could barely hear the sound of the oars as he dragged them through the calm ocean tinged green. The locals had informed Donaldson that there was an island out there somewhere, barely visible on a clear day. The detective was trying to find it in the middle of winter. It was an impossible task but one that Dan Donaldson was desperate to achieve. He hoped he w...
“King Otto Battleblade you must listen to me!” implored General Hammer MacOrcbane. The two stout figures sat across from each other in the Great Drinking Hall, a grand table between spread with maps of the Twin Peaks Pass. Scouts had reported that The White Fang goblin clan had been sighted gathering forces in the pass. “We must close the Mountain Gates and defend whom of our people have managed to reach sa...
It was Ben’s inability to give up that led to the incident at the Staff Christmas Show. Tenacity was often considered a strong characteristic at Foots Sports, the sports shoe design company and Ben had tenacity in spades. Ben was picked first by managers and team mates alike when a big project was underway. It was tenacity that led (eventually) to Ben and Sally going out on their first date. As one date led to another an...
“Dad! Dad! No… Arrrrrgggg!!” Jarod yelled at the screen. So far the Zoom call was not going well. “Hey! Marie! Can you see this? It’s Jarod! I’ve got Jarod on the screen!” called back Jarod’s father, Jim. “Hey buddy! I can see ya… Can you see me?” “No Dad,” Jarod groaned. “You have the camera setting wrong… I can see Mum and she is not finished getting dressed…” “Oh, right,” chuckled Jarod’s f...
One Eyed Jacque lowered her eye glass and smirked, a wicked grin that hinted at much mischief. She had spied the flag of His Majesty King Henrold, the compass that had been stolen from her would soon be hers again. “Yaaaarrrrr! Yahaaaaaaaarrrr!” she laughed, her piratical person reflected in the still sea. The glistening brine showing her long dark locks glistening and single eye shimmering like an emerald atop a ...
Marc held on tight to his father’s hand. This was to be his first trip to Octavia in Sector Three and he had heard from his older brothers just how big the Octavian markets were, how easy it would be for a little Forian like Marc to become lost forever. ‘You can let go for now, son,’ Marc’s father Yon sent, butterfly like antenna wiggling and waggling as the mental message was sent. Marc’s shorter detectors...
Knight of the Realm, Ser Louisa de Griffin surveyed the land that extended beyond the ridge. With her helm up she could clearly smell the sulfur and burning limestone. The valley was pocketed with tiny pools of lava, what earth she could see was probably not stable. “What are you thinking?” asked Michael, Ser Louisa’s loyal page. He was fifteen, small for his age but strong. Ser Louisa knew if she as...
Rosemary remembered the first time she saw the boy. His chestnut hair so glossy was half hidden under a bleach blonde wig. He was hunched over with a big hump on his back. That Halloween he had dressed as Quasimodo. He had stood on her porch and politely knocked. Rosemary thought he could not have been more than seven years old and in her opinion seven was way too young to be out alone. “Come in,” she had said and...
The first day of autumn saw that it was by then a week that Hans and Rebecca had had naught to eat but the dry almost stale bread they could beg from their neighbors. Times were indeed tough; the village of Nin had a gold mine that had sadly run dry. Those who could grow coaxed from the hard packed earth carrots, turnips, even some potatoes. Those whom had once served the mine and had the might physic chose to leave when...
This is how I imagine it could have happened. More confident, perhaps some might suggest cocky, with no sportiness or experience about me I would still ask. After finding a quiet moment, before she reached her little black car in the school carpark I would have taken a deep breath and said “Would you come to the formal with me?” And she would have seen my confidence and she would have recognized the courage it had taken ...
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