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Elvis has left the building
Green hills rolled beneath as the helicopter flew a little lower, its destination near. Trees were dotted here and there on the grassy plain and small patches of colour emerged periodically. * * * A white jeweled belt was folded … Continue reading
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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Pornography (part 2)
Daisy and Donnie wandered carefully and quietly through the dark and silent village. ‘This is a bad idea,’ said the voice again. ‘Bad things happened here.’ They ignored the voice. Donnie turned to Daisy, and nodded in the direction of … Continue reading
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Pornography (part 1)
Elvis opened one eye. The sound of a lock being buzzed open gained his attention as quickly as a deep-fried mars-bar had back in the old days. He sat up and looked over at the door to the cell, which … Continue reading
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The secret of the lost gavel
He woke with a killer headache and groaned slowly while checking his genitalia for evidence of alteration. Ah, there they were, right where he’d left them. A sharp and loud beeping assaulted his ears leaving him feeling as if he’d … 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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The politics of thought
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. The arm was restrained. As was the other one. He opened his eyes and winced from the sudden dazzlingly bright lights before him. His ears were being assaulted … Continue reading
Posted in Daisy, Miss Rook, Prime, The politics of thought
Tagged Alternate reality, Violent assault
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