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My Little Pony
She opened her eyes cautiously and was greeted by a lovely sunny day and the most gorgeous blue sky she’d seen in ages. She quivered from the still fresh memory of the last reality and bit her bottom lip.
She felt between her legs and all was well.
In the near distance she heard a little music, it sounded like a Motown hit; perhaps something by The Supremes.
Daisy sat up and immediately noticed the absence of a headache. And the jump sound had also been different; quieter and not quite so sharp.
So that’s what good sex felt like.
Wow!
A shadow crossed her legs. A man-sized shadow.
‘It’s about bloody time,’ said The Assassin. Continue reading
Posted in Daisy, Marcus, My little pony
Tagged crows, ducks, Embezzlement, fantasy world, intelligent birds, michael jackson, police, pubs, unions
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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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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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