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2-12:Back to the wall (Draft 02)

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Daisy stood among the crowd, Elvis nearby but not obviously, and watched the flames rise into the sky.
‘It’s started,’ she whispered.
The shopfront was collapsing, burned timbers cracking and cumbling under the strain. The sign collapsed to the ground and split in two:
The Sisterhood
Behind her was The BSD cafe-come-clubhouse. Men stood at the windows, some were [...]

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2-3:Lionheart (first draft)

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She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. Ah. Donnie opened his eyes and stared into a beautiful sunset, marred only by the roar of engines being taxed to their limits. 'Was wondering when you were going to wake up,' yelled Prime above the din. 'Hang onto something, we're going down!'

She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs.
Ah.
Donnie opened his eyes and stared into a beautiful sunset, marred only by the roar of engines being taxed to their limits.
‘Was wondering when you were going to wake up,’ yelled Prime above the din. ‘Hang onto something, we’re going down!’
The noise was incredible [...]

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2-2:And dream of home (first draft)

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Grey all around, not a sound, the sky dark and dull. Daisy Donnie stood on the blasted heath, the twisted shape of a tree before them. Walking forwards, yet making no noise, they approached the tree, recognising it and being terrified by it. A piece of the past.

Grey all around, not a sound, the sky dark and dull.
Daisy Donnie stood on the blasted heath, the twisted shape of a tree before them.
Walking forwards through the ash, yet making no noise, they approached, recognising and terrified by it.
A piece of the past.
They focused on the dark black bark, burned by the fire that [...]

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2-5:Loss (first draft)

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She woke with a killer headache — then began to sob uncontrollably. The loss… it shook her to the core of her being.
The background noise, windscreen wipers across wet glass, the swoosh of tyres through puddles and the sound of rain hammering down on the metalwork of the car, they all meant nothing, didn’t even [...]

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2-9:Nighty Night (draft 02)

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She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. Her hands felt a bulge, no, two… three. The penny dropped.
He sensed movement, smells, a bright light and cool air.
Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes and watched the world unfold before him – dark patches illuminated occasionally by neon streetlights. Graffiti on the side [...]

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1-17: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 by two men. The silver buckle was folded last and ended up on top.
The Elvis impersonator, captain [...]

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1-16: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 their home.
* * *
The silence between Marcus and The Assassin was pronounced. Prime kept to herself, smiling [...]

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1-16: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 had swung slightly open.
A trap? Surely not. They already had him, what would be the point [...]

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1-9: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 doors toppled inwards, the result of a good kick, and there stood Donnie’s rescuer.
‘Achtung!!’ screamed Fritz the German, dressed [...]

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1-8: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 been aurally mugged.
An eye slowly opened and focussed on a mobile telephone not far from his face.
A [...]

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