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Category Archives: Characters
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
Posted in Characters, Christmas Crackers, Donnie, Elvis
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
Posted in Colonel Panix, Daisy, Elvis, Marcus, Prime, When Seafood Bites Back
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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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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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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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
Posted in Colonel Panix, Donnie, Elvis, Harem Scare 'em
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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