Tag Archives: Thursday Threads

Hard choices

“Why should I?” “You have a lot to lose.” Lucha Obuchii looked up at her captor, her pupils narrowed to pinpricks and as rigid as stone, and smiled. It was true, she had everything to lose.  Everything she had fought … Continue reading

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Mr Orpington resists

Mr Orpington sat back in his chair, smiling at Mr Hinds; the gorilla-like Mr Jarrett cracked his knuckles audibly whilst sizing up Mr Pears. Mr Hinds’ lip curled into a snarl of a half-smile.  “So, you will resist.” “Damned straight … Continue reading

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To the junkyard!

“Woah boy!  Do I get a head start?” Edward’s chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. “Come on!  The junk yard will be closing soon!” “So?  What’s so important it won’t wait till tomorrow?” Edward’s … Continue reading

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In the woods

“Leave it alone” “But what if it’s alive?” “Just leave it ok?” “Can’t just leave it to die.” “Well what the hell do you think we’re going to do with it?  You’re no doctor or vet or anything…” “Yeah but, … Continue reading

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Infestation

“They’ve already started without us, are we too late?” “Too late for what?” “Too late for the denouement.” “No, that’s later silly.  We have plenty of time.” “How’d the others infiltrate so quickly…look at them climbing that ladder; some of … Continue reading

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Crackdown

Lieutenant Firedrake found Colonel Horncarver stood in front of the fireplace in the war room, staring into the flames, his mind’s eye gazing into the fires of battles long past.  She marched over, stomped her boot-heel loudly and saluted. “Sir.” … Continue reading

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Delusions of grandeur

“I can do this” thought Nathanial while he drew in chi, feeling it swirling into his bones. Now was the time. Glancing around, he saw the grand hall was empty. This wasn’t right.  Where was the Grand Magus? Suddenly he … Continue reading

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