This Septic Eye, Ch 8
Let me just say something about the N word, yes that troublesome six letter word, that’s right, normal. I know that quite a few of you rarely even step outside of your homes in these [more…]
Let me just say something about the N word, yes that troublesome six letter word, that’s right, normal. I know that quite a few of you rarely even step outside of your homes in these [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 3 The Entrance of the Royal Palace at Purdonium. Enter GONBAD, in a Chariot drawn by twelve of his Wives chained together.
At least Lena hadn’t done a runner, nor did she seem to be having second thoughts, she had just lapsed into fatalistic passivity, as if having made this one big decision her life could continue [more…]
“Hi Lena, how are you?” She had been a couple of minutes late and, due to constant demands from her work tablet for her attention, hadn’t been able to prepare herself for what could be [more…]
I love to eavesdrop, I’ve mentioned this in previous posts and it’s not a creepy thing, it’s just that when people are ‘off duty’, when they are talking to friends without the filter of society’s [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 2 A wooded Hill above Tritium, overlooking the Valley of the River Drongo. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA and JESSICA.
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 1 The Town of Tritium, in the North of Uraemia, on Market Day. TRADERS are at their Stalls.
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
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