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Have the pain blocking implants been installed on all three of them? Yes, and the memory implants are configured to reset short term memory at sixty second intervals. And the truth is, without the subhumans our work would be nowhere near as advanced as it is. He felt a little better with this thought. The next few days would be spent going over the data and working with the chemists to identify areas where the drug could improve. He wouldn’t have to come into contact with the subhumans during thi...Durin...
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#FridayFlash: An Escape | Test Signals From The Never
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Test Signals From The Never. Tales from another place. Posted by HW Litchfield. Asymp; 18 Comments. On the concrete walkway outside I can hear the lads shouting, but that doesn’t matter. They can’t hurt us any more. I ignore them and carry on. We’ll be alright, won’t we? His voice is heavy, slow and slurred. The drug’s already taking hold. I silence him with a soft kiss of confirmation. He tastes of bile and cinnamon. I lay my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat slowing. Larr; Previous post.
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Our head is spinning, we turn this way and that looking for a source of light, however small, but there is none. We have lost our sense of direction – which way is the door? Where did it go? Our outstretched arms beg to touch a wall on either side, but we must be in the centre of the corridor. We take a couple of careful steps to the left, but still nothing. One more, one more. Still nothing. Our panic rises. This entry was posted on Thursday, February 14th, 2013 at 7:36 PM and is filed under Fiction.
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The annihilation of the human race is nothing personal, it seems. 8221; and “FREDDY STARR ATE MY ALIEN” with glee. This was a few days after their fleet had arrived in the vicinity of Mars, and a few days before they had sent ambassadors to every major city on Earth. They had come bearing beautiful gifts and concealing deadly ones. This entry was posted on Friday, January 22nd, 2010 at 2:10 PM and is filed under Fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. From your own site.
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Annie, Kev and Clive were sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast when Tom walked in, looking tired. I didn’t expect to see you up this early, said Annie. Aren’t you on late shift this week? I am It’s just…I…. Oh my God. You had it too, didn’t you? So on Monday Clive had it, Tuesday I did, Kev on Wednesday, and now you. Seriously guys, are you not as freaked out as I am by this? I see where you’re coming from, but… all. That disgusting rash that turned into that flesh eating disease…. You know ...
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http://mazzz-in-leeds.com/2012/06/unseen
So as I understand it, the procedure involves harnessing lightning in some way? Surely, if something went wrong, or if it was a more powerful bolt than expected, the force of it could have killed the child? King Alther was trying not to get his hopes up. His only son, and heir to the throne, had been born blind. I cannot command armies if I am blind, Father. I would have to give up the throne, you know that – to Jemmen of Arkh of all people. The king watched the previously blind cats race around the room...
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mazzz-in-leeds.com » Blog Archive » Nine Lives
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The problem with reincarnation is that the process gets utterly tedious after the first couple of times. I am now about to enter my ninth lifetime and am seriously considering asking the Powers That Be to remove me from the roster of Conscious Reincarnation. I have come to envy those that flit from one existence to the next, unaware of their previous lives except maybe at some primal level. I’ll have to admit, it hasn’t all been bad. Just as I jumped into a new life dreading having to put up with Chi...
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mazzz-in-leeds.com » Blog Archive » Page 247
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The writing prompt here is: page 247 of a biography, fictional or otherwise. This is an extract of the biography of JS Tycho, noted 25th Century physicist. 8212;—————————————————————————————————————————————————-. This entry was posted on Friday, April 2nd, 2010 at 12:57 PM and is filed under Fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Feed You can leave a response. From your own site. 26 Responses to “Page 247”. Says on April 2nd, 2010 at 1:06 PM. Heh, this was good. You&...
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http://mazzz-in-leeds.com/2013/01/nymph
O Venerable Oak Tree, what troubles you? He asked, bowing low, and waited for the nymph to appear. Nymph indeed! I want blood, she rasped, her dark, gleaming eyes set in a glare he was almost becoming used to. Almost. At least the eyes themselves held some beauty as well as terror, unlike her haggard face. Certainly my lady, I shall find and catch a rabbit for you to have its blood. I’ve had enough of rabbit blood. Give me yours. But my lady…. Inside the oak tree, the nymph smiled to herself. Now all...
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PontiViro – Robyn McIntyre – a writing life
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Robyn McIntyre – a writing life. Robyn McIntyre – a writing life. 28 July, 2015. The Musings of PontiViro. I haven’t been posting here much partly because I got trapped in the alternate universe that is Ancestry.com, trying to find an elusive ancestor (I did! And also because without feedback, posting feels pretty lonely. I’ll try to post more here, but I promise nothing. Ha. The Musings of PontiViro. You might say that since I fell in love with Cadio Barbet, I’ve done and seen more than any. Sometimes I...