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Epilogue
In the background of an airport somewhere in the world, a nasally challenged announcement was being made: ‘Will a Mister Pilt Down, arrived on BSD flight 945 from Melbourne, Tullamarine please report immediately to security checkpoint Three-Five.’ At the checkpoint … Continue reading
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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 Middle Child of the Secret of the Lost Gavel
A tinny funeral dirge began to play. ‘Doesn’t look good Donnie,’ said Freddy. Donnie’s hand hovered over his groin, then he heard a high pitched whirring. It sounded like a drill. ‘Guards,’ yelled Freddy. ‘Security breach! Shoot that bastard!’ The … Continue reading
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
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Tagged Alternate reality, goth, Marcus, Violent assault
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Christmas Crackers
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs.
Daisy stiffened slightly as she realised there was someone sitting on her lap.
‘An I wanna x-box, anna zap gun anna–’
‘Who’s Anna?’ she asked with Donnie’s voice. Well, that sorted the gender thing out. ‘And who are you?’
‘I tol’ you. Jason is my name. Except it’s spelled with a K instead of a J and a Y instead of an O. And it’s got a U and an M instead of an N. An I want a whole bucket of chocolate an–’
Donnie zoned out momentarily, trying to work out how the child’s name was spelled and how to actually pronounce it. The child continued to talk, going off like a junkie on speed.
‘You listening Santa?!’ screamed Kasyum (pronounced Jason). Continue reading
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Tagged christmas, elf, news crew, Santa, shopping center, thunderbirds
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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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