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Vroom in the Veeveehicle - Part 1/2

'Hi Vee Vee!' Das said as Veronica walked into the room in Picus closing the door behind her.

'Hi Guys,' Veronica said cheerfully to the three, Das, Fenster, Brett, who were standing against the window sill.

Fenster seemed occupied with his own thoughts. He looked over to Veronica 'Oh, it is you,' he said without enthusiasm.

'Ignore him,' Brett said to Veronica. 'Ignore who?' Veronica asked.

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Waiting for the Bus - A Halloween Story


They are like monuments to the previous age, a reminder to when people would travel across the country each person with a purpose, a reason, a destination. Their name so descriptive of their function.

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Erik "Stains" Hagman walked into the Oilville Medic building looking for someone to stop the itching on his hand from where he had spilled some of the contaminated liquid. It had seem that despite washing the spillage away it had already caused some damage.  Although his hand had more than fair share of burns, acids and irritants, this stuff was causing his hand to itch madly. 'I am glad it not spilled onto my lap,' he thought before chuckling quietly to himself.

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Oil and Water

Shards of broken blue moonlight were falling through gaps in the cloudy night sky as a man wearing a oily leather jacket and pants streaked with grease leaned against a motor vehicle waiting. The air was cool but not as cold as the moonlight. The man shuddered from the uncomfortable darkness which surrounded him.

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Troubled Waters

The door of the Oilville science lab slammed open and Erik "Stains" Hagman stepped out. He took a deep breathe of the polluted air and held up a jar of green murky liquid. He examined it in the light.

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Who wears the collar now?

Some say the collar is a sign of submission. Some say that those of us who wear the collar will never truly be free. Some say we are born to be the servant and never the master, some say that we will always be led and never lead, some even say we are nothing more than animals, but look into my eyes and you will see something of yourself within. You may not have a collar around your neck but why should that make you better than me?

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Some Assembly Required


Congratulations for purchasing the Instacraft 9001 developed by the finest Tech minds and made with superb craftmanship for superb crafters. Designed for easy assembly this workbench can quickly provide you with the finest...

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The Closed Door

Veronica stood by her bike and looked around. The wind blew across the empty and barren land howling like ghosts escaping from the underworld. For a few days now she had stayed in the outlands of the Plateau where errands and jobs had lead her away from the big towns and cities, at least for now.

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Until the Dyeing Day - Part 3/3


Mr Farbe held his head in his hands, his eyes staring with mania at the floor. She was coming. He could feel it. There was no escape, no way to run away from what fate had prepared for him. The purple was strong in this one he thought before laughing crazily for some few seconds and then whimpering like a frighted animal. She was coming.

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Until the Dyeing Day - Part 2/3

"Yes, I knew him, he was always busy with his dye and paint business. But this trouble... I heard it started with a woman."

To Farbe Dyes,
I have heard you have many dyes available.

I would like please to ask if you have any purples?
Miss V. Volt

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Until the Dyeing Day - Part 1/3

The building was not in best condition but the words above the enterance were perfectly painted. They read:

J. Farbe
Quality Dyes and Paints

Inside a woman unfolded a piece of paper, glanced at it and sighed. She walked from the desk to the nearby office door, knocked twice and then opened the door slightly.

'Mr Farbe?' she asked without opening the door further.

No answer.

She opened the door a little more and peered through the gap.

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'And when your friends come,' Luka continued saying from across the Lab. 'Why cannot they remove their boots or something? I have enough mess caused by you without them.'

'They do not make mess,' Veronica grumbled between clinched teeth.

'That bald head guy, here last week or was it two weeks ago? Are you sure he was not messing with my machines?' Luka continued while looking to the pouring rain outside through the halfopen door. 'Did you see him break something? I heard him break something.'

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Thinking outside the Boxer


'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)

Few days ago...

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The Shortest Path to Curiosity

It had seemed a good plan at the time to be. Now she was not so sure. Veronica stopped the bike and looked around. Rock. Dust. A single blackened tree.

'Maybe I should stay on the road next time,' she said into her radio.

'Not a bad idea,' the voice of her friend Blake said from the radio.

This shortcut was not so short. This Landscape not so familiar.

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Crafter Market Mayhem


'Stand baaahhhck!' the talking sheep seemed to be saying to her. 'Stand baaahhhck!'

Veronica stood back and pressed against the Farmhouse wall. There was a rumble from the ground and suddenly four giant worms burst up from the ground and immediately tore the giant spiders to pieces.

People scattered in all directions some screaming, some firing weapons, some just running as fast as possible.

This was certainly like no other Crafter Market Veronica had attended.

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Dust Trail

'What do you want?' snapped the Geologist sitting at a table without looking away from close examination of a rock with a strange blue sparkle. He held some sort of lens in front of his eye.

'I... err...' stammered Veronica.

'Well tell me or go away,' the man said from sitting on his stool at a table covered with rocks.

'I was wondering, if, well... if you could tell me anything about this dust?' Veronica asked.

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Within the Medical Building in the nighttime of New Flagstaff, all was still. A few signs of activity from the Medics day remained on the table in the room upstairs. A damp cloth. A length of blooded Bandage. A half empty bottle of some liquid used to clean wounds.

And an undrunken cup filled with tee. Cold. Untouched.

Beside the table, in the dark, a lone figure sat still on a chair staring at the window, a barrier between the calm inside and the storm outside.

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Out of Step


Stupid man and his stupid foot.

I should have tread onto the other one also. Stupid foot.

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Smith and Jones

Veronica looked at the big well dressed man in the suit standing in front of her by the New Flagstaff pond. She liked the color of his tie but was not sure of the man himself. Veronica sat on the bench. He had asked if she would like to sit, more insisted really. She had feeling that he could hold her down with one finger if she tried to run and could make her obey with a single word.

'No need to worry,' he was trying to reassure her. 'I'm just curious how you got the frequency.'

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The Sound of Madness

A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the Mountains outside and the rain began to fall. Inside Veronica was dancing. She stretched out her arms and danced around the room singing.

Rain drops on water
And lightning and thunder
Bright grapey sodas
And stories of wonder
Freshly made paper tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Veronica continued to dance waving her arms to the music in her mind.

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Seasonal Meetings - Part 3


The large man in red with the white beard stopped the bike a short distance from the house so noise would not awaken people. He had business with one only, there was no need to involve others. As he approached the house he looked at it. It was unusually intact. No sound was heard from it. He tried to open the door. It was locked. A strange circle of spikey leaf and red berries was upon the door. He tried the windows. All locked. He did not want to break the glass. He looked up. There was another way in.

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Seasonal Meetings - Part 2


Harry was just finishing his drink, his third of the evening at the festive Party. He examined the empty glass. Not bad for a hot bar drink. The barman had told him it was something called Gluevine or something like that, probably some sort of strange foreign drink from days before the Fall. He was not sure why it had to have glue added but it certainly tasted good.

'Hey Harry!' somebody behind him said.

Harry turned around, the novelty antlers on his head wobbling slightly.

'What is it?' he asked his friend.

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Seasonal Meetings - Part 1


The Graham examined the hat with curiosity. It was a strange item, certainly too small to be of any use. The odd cone shape was bright and shiny with a frilly ball at the top and a band tied to either side of the hat. He turned it around in his hands for a few seconds and then placed it on to his head, the band under his chin. He peered to himself at a reflection in the glass of a nearby cabinet. He looked...

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Turning Kiako Kuh-Razy


Veronica turned in her seat in the bar in New Flagstaff and looked at the strange Chota man sitting against the wall. 'Circus?' she asked. 'I have heard of the circus? Ag-er-roo-bats... clowns! Is there one in the town?'

'It gone Om,' replied the strange man. Veronica looked disappointed 'Oh.'

'Om further up the road Miss,' the strange man added.

'I wonder how Betsy the Bungie Jumping Cow is doing,' wondered Kiako from where he sat opposite Veronica sipping tea on another chair.

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'I have it here,' whispered the Lightbearer to the Tech in the back of the Haven library. It was the middle of the night and all were asleep except the guards on duty. All except these two. The Lightbearer had smuggled the Tech in. Techs were not exactly popular at Haven but he needed the Tech logical mind.

The Lightbearer picked up a book, opened it and removed a delicate yellowish piece of paper.

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Befrogged and Dazed

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan South Burb, then we take Berlin

Leonard Cohen - First We Take Manhattan

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Never Frogotten

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I've ever heard, whispered to my soul

Leonard Cohen - Ain't No Cure for Love

In South Burb Mr Frosch was exhausted.

Outside of South Burb...

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Frog Class Travel

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep

Leonard Cohen, I'm Your Frog Man

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Frog in a Box, Toad on the Road

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song

Leonard Cohen, Tower of Song


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Froglin Rider

The New Flagstaff Franklin Rider looked at the woman curiously as she kissed the frog which was resting on her palm. Suddenly realising he was watching, Veronica looked over at him with expression of embarrassment.

'Those Fairy Tales lie,' she said. 'But I just wanted to make sure.' Carefully she lowered the frog into a cardboard box containing water, food and plants. 'Have safe journey Mr Frosch,' she said before closing the cardboard flaps with air holes made in them and secured them with some string. 'Myeep!' said the frog from the box.


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