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Category Archives: Prime
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 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
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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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
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Tagged Alternate reality, Violent assault
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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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