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Category Archives: Colonel Panix
Pornography (part 4)
Elvis wrenched the shackles free of Daisy-Donnie and helped them down. ‘You look…’ he glanced down at Daisy-Donnie’s chest. ‘Different?’ Daisy-Donnie grinned at Elvis, but was distracted by the sphere of energy high in the air. ‘What are they doing … Continue reading
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Pornography (part 3)
Elvis and The Assassin ran along the gantry from which Donnie had fallen some hours earlier. A size eight ladies shoe lay there, a stain of blood on it. The skylights exploded with flashes of light and glass showered the … Continue reading
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The Secret of the Lost Gavel: A New Pope
Elvis snorted derision, which got him a pointed look from Freddy. ‘We’re clear,’ called-out the Floor Manager. ‘Right, you fuckin’ bastard,’ said Freddy furiously, stepping closer to The King. ‘Why now? Why’d you bring her here?’ Elvis met Freddy’s gaze … Continue reading
The Return of the Lost Gavel
He groaned feeling like his head was the victim of a friendly-fire incident and instinctively felt between his legs. ‘Ewww,’ he exclaimed with Daisy’s voice which had a tone in the lower-levels of revulsion and shook the liquid from her … Continue reading
Posted in Colonel Panix, Daisy, Elvis, Freddy McWarickson, Marcus, Prime, The Return of the Lost Gavel
Tagged Alternate reality, goth, Marcus, Violent assault
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When Seafood Bites Back
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He frowned, momentarily confused and felt again.
Oh, this again, he thought.
Daisy opened her eyes. Blinked and frowned.
‘Who’re you?’ she asked the man directly above her. He had a very goofy expression on his face. Continue reading
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Tagged 1960s, George Lazenby, Jet pack, trechikoff
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Wine, Women and War
She opened her eyes and winced from an eye-watering, skull-splitting headache. She felt instinctively between her legs and found something different.
Donnie looked down and saw an empty plate. On a table.
He looked up with a frown.
‘Would sir like to see the wine list,’ asked the waiter. Continue reading
Posted in Colonel Panix, Donnie, Elvis, Marcus, Miss Rook, Prime, Wine Women and War
Tagged alcohol, CCTV, programming, restaurant, salad, stun-rod, surveillance video, wine, wine cellar
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Cake and Eat It…
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.
Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.
‘What a pretty night,’ she said.
She sat up and looked around. There was a mucky looking river in front of her and a slight breeze in the air, flowing from the river and up the banks. There was something amiss, though. Something not quite right, something missing…
‘Where are you?’ yelled a familiar voice. There was real anger there. ‘You fucking bitch!’ Continue reading
Posted in Cake and Eat it, Colonel Panix, Daisy, Elvis, Miss Rook
Tagged cakes, graffiti, guns, obligation
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Harem Scare ‘em
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found something familiar, but something was missing …
His eyes flew open and he quickly sat up, ignoring the painful drumming in his head.
He was totally naked and sitting on an opulent four-poster bed in an equally opulent room. But his surroundings were of secondary importance right now.
With a grim sense of irony, he glared at his mutilated crotch and ran his fingers through his hair. His thick, luxurious hair …
“Oh bugger”, he piped, in a soprano that brought tears to his eyes. Continue reading
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Tagged castration, Elvis Presley, goth, Harem Scare'em, party, President Kennedy, Violent assault
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Confinement – by Monika Hocks
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. She didn’t find what she was looking for, which meant that she could slouch again and perform minor comfort adjustments in public.
Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes.
The room was plain white. There were no doors.
That’s odd, he thought. How did I get in here? Continue reading
Fire with fire
He woke up with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He didn’t find what he was looking for, which meant he would have to remember not to answer to the male pronoun.
She opened her eyes.
A set of train tracks lay three feet in front of her. She looked over her shoulder and read the graffiti on the side of a building.
Fight fire with fire and the world burns
She remembered that slogan from the last time. Continue reading
Posted in Colonel Panix, Daisy, Fire with Fire, Miss Rook, Prime
Tagged arson, Cafe culture, clubism, Fire with fire, goth, politics, Racism, Sexism
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