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Blogstory: July 2006
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Thursday, July 06, 2006. When Alma reach up in she hotel room all she pepper an’ sauce dry out from she. Foof. Just so. Every ounce of bravado that she been fulling up she self with them past weeksgone. She collapse on the bed. Crawl up to the top and scrunch up sheself tight, tight into a ball. She start to tremble like a li’l dawg-puppy that get a solid whipping. But everytime she try to thinkkkkgghhcrunckshe mind grind like a computer that ketch a bug and can’t work no more. Yes, that is what she did ...
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Blogstory: Chapter Ten
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006. The artifact. The message. The egg. The code. Boris drove closer to the building, planning the death of his guards after they had disposed of the Brits. It made him smile. It made him nefarious. He entered the grounds. Everything was where it belonged. Mr. Pyro couldn’t burn down a stone building. Welcome home, Boris. Kevin said as Boris entered. No guards. Boris smiled. He pulled comic big-eyed and surprised face. I left them right here Where is dog? I like the dog! She drov...
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Blogstory: April 2006
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Saturday, April 08, 2006. Lonnie felt ridiculous in the Hawaiian shirt and shorts he was wearing; his sun burnt skin shining behind his blond body hair. He was wearing a bush hat that an uncle had offered him and that had freakishly survived the fire. Dad, what would happen if Superman managed to penetrate the Matrix? Superman doesn’t exist, love . Selwyn didn’t seem to acknowledge his father’s reply. Trrrrrring, Trrrrrring . Hello, Lonnie, is that you? What did you say, Daddy? Lonnie mumbled something a...
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Blogstory: Chapter Eight
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006. Woke up this morning. Everything I had was gone. The song hit her head again like a brain worm, taking her back to the day she met Pyre. She was close to breaking down. She was lost, not recognizing herself, weak to Pyre, but hating him in the same moment. In that instant, self loathing suffocated her. Through her own means, she had destroyed everything she cherished. Am I a fool, or what? The confidence wavered. Fear hit again, like a wave of nausea. The clicking release of a ...
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Blogstory: February 2006
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Saturday, February 25, 2006. Boris and Mr Pyre had been arguing for a good five minutes before they. Realised that Alma had disappeared, and taken the egg with her. They. Had been concentrating so hard on presenting themselves as being. Strong and powerful, that they hadn't been able to spare any attention. For anything else. The dissapearance was only noticed when Boris. Gesticulated towards where the egg had been, and realised that he was. The area for their runaway hostage. Persued their common goal.
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Blogstory: Chapter Twelve
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Saturday, February 25, 2006. Boris and Mr Pyre had been arguing for a good five minutes before they. Realised that Alma had disappeared, and taken the egg with her. They. Had been concentrating so hard on presenting themselves as being. Strong and powerful, that they hadn't been able to spare any attention. For anything else. The dissapearance was only noticed when Boris. Gesticulated towards where the egg had been, and realised that he was. The area for their runaway hostage. Persued their common goal.
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Blogstory: May 2006
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Thursday, May 18, 2006. The ship docked at 9 am. Alma strolled to the top of the gangway just as two deckhands began securing the ropes. The captain had arranged for her to go ashore first. The rest of the passengers assumed that she was the captain’s wife. After all they had dined and then danced together all evening. They had even been seen kissing by the forecastle. A steward followed down with her suitcase and summoned a coach driver. Take the lady to Hotel Saint Stanislav! Two horses pulled the coac...
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Blogstory: Chapter Nine
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Thursday, January 12, 2006. The day before in downtown Lisbon. Oppenheimer’s colleague, the beautiful and brilliant cryptographer from the St Petersburg State University sat opposite him reading a Chad Kroski novel, Sardines And Tuna coincidentaly paralleling the meal she was absentmindely picking at while Oppenheimer stirred the oily mess in front of him. Olginka’ Oppenheimer muttered whirrling the bejewelled egg around in his thick fingers. Yes, my little pioneer, you are right, now I remember’ Oppenhe...
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Blogstory: Chapter Seven
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Thursday, January 05, 2006. Alma took a deep breath, raising her hand to her forehead. She felt as if her entire body was being sucked into a burning oven. Her vision was now blurred; under the midday sun all she could see was the fuzzy contour of Kevin’s face. Was she really looking at him? Was the intense heat getting to her? I’ve always liked feisty women’, said Kevin. His James Bond humour did not impress Alma. ‘How dare you? Alma’s face was toughening up but could feel her chin giving in to a gentle...
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Blogstory: Chapter Six
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005. SCHERLONK went the electronic key card lock of the hotel bedroom door. SCHLUMP went a plastic carrier bag onto the floor as Boris dropped it, striding through the door in a very good mood. He breathed a big happy sigh and went to the mini-bar, pulled out a couple of vodka minis, sat in the armchair and drank them down in a one gulp Russian manner. Alma had been woken from her near-coma by the door opening and was sneaking a peak from under the sheets. Eugh she shuddered....
