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Tara vs the machine

“…but surely it is pointless to resist any further?” asked the machine. “Why?” asked Tara by return. “We’ve already assigned a probability to each conceivable scenario, all possible devices you might possess or assemble, of your self-destruction or sacrifice.  Why … Continue reading

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Utter pants

“This idea is utterly pants.” “It’s the dog’s bollocks – everybody will see this, you can’t miss it!” “Exactly.” “They’ll all be talking about it, you wait and see.” “That’s what I’m afraid of.” “What are you talking about?” “Look, … Continue reading

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Contempt of court

Cadilesker Cemil Vahit stepped through heavy red curtains and paused outside to adjust his robes about his ample girth. “Come back Cemil!” called a girls voice, giggling with other girls as they all chimed in. “Can’t!” replied the Cadilesker, laughing … Continue reading

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Egg

Caught in the gravity well of a blue-green planet orbiting a smallish yellow star, the ovoid capsule was pulled out of its drift and fell into the rock’s atmosphere. The tip of its outer shell glowed orange then white with … Continue reading

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Chupacabra

One goat. One goat, and a gravedigger sitting on a stone under shade of trees, peering into his mobile phone and jabbing at it with dirt encrusted thumbs. It was one of those infernal summer days when the heat suffocated … Continue reading

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Sniper

Boyd crouched on the roof, took the barrel from the case and screwed it into the chassis, slotted in the scope and stock, screwed in the suppressor. He lifted his face to the sky and let the cool summer breeze … Continue reading

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Brief respite

When the judgement came, it was harsh and absolute, utterly terrible in its finality. They stopped by a stream on their journey to the mountains, for the sun was sinking over the horizon and dusk was fast approaching.  The mules … Continue reading

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