Intensify

The spectral analysis showed it to be perfect. Even factoring for the expected margin for error, everything looked correct, looked like he could finally deliver what had been demanded of him. So why did he still have that nagging feeling […]

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Correspond

My name is Phillip Gravenaster and I am 6 and 5/12th old. This is my report for Mrs Lavender for the penpal project that we have been doing this term. My penpal is named Donald, he lives in a big […]

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Cope

I go where I’m needed, where I’m summoned. I don’t always make it in time. I know some days I never had a chance to – before I’ve even got the  call I see things crumbling, the darkness creeping in, […]

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Follow

It was a humid Thursday Afternoon that I first saw him.I was already sitting on the top deck of the number 43 bus when his balding head first appeared coming up the stairs. He halted for a moment and scanned […]

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Bitch

The campaign was hard fought. Billions had been spent. Once again spending online dwarfed what little was still poured into TV hits. There were precious few Gen-Xers still around – those that were greeted the voting booth holoscreen with a […]

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Weight

I stepped away from the terminal. Years of preparation and data collection, more years of analysis, calculation, re-calculation and re-analysis. I could not see any other way of interpreting what was displayed on the screen that I had turned my […]

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Send

He hits refresh once more. The screen goes momentarily blank and he draws breath. It must not be long before they find the last set of cables, buried under the shit and piss and other flushed away parts of life. […]

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