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Coffee, Conversation and Craziness


'It is called coffee,' Veronica said to the man sitting opposite her at the bar table. 'There is a man here growing it. Mr Basteel. Do you know him? It grows as seeds, stones or beans or something. They call it coffee. I heard people speak of it and I said to myself I must try that! So I came here to try it, I was not sure at first so I had another cup, but was still unsure, so I had more. They call it coffee. Have you heard of it?'

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There Were Two

'I said there were two,' Veronica thought to herself as she sat on the chair in the South Burb Science Shop. 'I said there were two.'

Now there was a problem.

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An Argument

Once upon a midnight dreary...

The cat, as black as the night but with an eye as bright as the moon, hurried along and then suddenly stopped and stared ahead from its only eye in the direction of the voices. As the two figures approached it hissed and disappeared into the darkness.

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Ready for Collection

As dawn cast light upon South Burb a door of a house opened and a man walked out blinking and yawning in the sunlight. He walked over to a pen within which were protected many chickens with small house shaped structures. These were not the large angry ugly mutant chickens but the smaller egg laying ones. He walked over to an upturned box, stood upon it and breathed in deeply before shouting loudly.

'Cock a doodle doo!'

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Letters, Words, and Sentences


'Approach us,' the cloaked Judge sitting behind the table said from behind the white mask, a painted eyebrow permanently drawn in scorn.

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Postcards of the Mind




Hi Veronica,

We are having a lovely time at South Burb Beach with the sand, the sea and the 'Sunshine'. Shame that the many crabs on the beach 'creeping' around have stopped us going into the sea today however Vanilla is enjoying the sun and atmosphere.

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A Little TLC

'Giving that some real TLC there!'

Veronica turned around from the bench to see a man in the Science Shop in South Burb smiling at her. 'Sorry?' she said.

'TLC. Tender loving care. Looks like you are giving it some TLC, those jars, that...well whatever it is,' the man said.

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The Second like the First

The second was like the first, there in body but in mind incomplete. One purpose only, to collect, as if made just for that. It was when Veronica went to the Science Shop to get it and take it away that the clone arrived. Veronica was looking at the bookshelf when a voice behind said a single word.


Veronica turned around and saw the clone standing there pointing two pistols at her and with the strange single focus stare that the previous clone who had attacked her had. The clone said another word.

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Blood, Oil and Fears

The bruised and scratched face looked back at Veronica from the reflection in the mirror as she held it in the light. She raised a hand to her face and examined an eye. It was red, probably from the oil. She moved her hand to the collar, wincing slightly as pain came from the slash in her right arm. The collar, comfort or curse?

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Salute to the King

Rodney stood near the crates and the mailbox in New Flagstaff that once also acted as a sort of office, turned inside out, for Joe. He looked at a nearby pile of Joe's old underpants and smiled. Joe always had a bloodhound sense for profit, even turning his old underpants into scrap cotton to sell to unsuspecting people. He would miss Joe, the grumbles, the insults, the smell of strong tea and stale cigar smoke. The man had charm.

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Soup is served

Veronica closed her eyes.

        The coin rises into the air, spinning, light bouncing off metal...

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The first soup of the day

Veronica stirred the soup before looking up, an expression of satisfaction in her eyes, and remarking 'I know who the killer is.'

Veronica shook her head.

Veronica stirred the soup before looking up with a smile of satisfaction and responding with 'I know who the murderer is.'

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Looking through the glass


Veronica walked past a couple of men making some repair to a rusty ATV and over to the door of the Shots Bar and pushed. It opened. Sometimes she found Polly's lack of security worrying. Maybe Theta was running the bar but there was no sign of her only Andrea standing in her usual spot.

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Serving spirits

'Stupid pile of-' muttered the unshaven man to himself as he fiddled with something on the rusty ATV.

'Why don't you just get rid of it?' asked the younger man beside him.

'What? Admit defeat?' responded the unshaven man with irritation.

Suddenly a purple haired woman walked past toward the door of the Shots Bar. The town men stopped their chatter and watched her push the door open and enter before returning to working on the ATV both saying nothing.

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Goggles and Goblins

The three level parking lot stood on the edge of Kingman like the sun bleached skeletal remains of a beast long dead from a time when the automotive creatures ruled the lands. At the top of the lot in the glare of the sun stood a figure leaning against the edge wall. An occasional blinding glint from a telescopic lens hinting at the rifle in his hands.

Veronica peered over her bike at the parking lot in the distance, and at the figure standing on the top. She was sure he was waving.

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The Strange Experiences of Chad and Gorden - Part 3 - The Wheelbarrow Conspiracy

"There are some things mortal men were never meant to meddle in. Hats, and their travel arrangements are best left to the realm of the spirits. Stop this madness now, it can only end badly."
Words of wisdom from Mr Joe Spivey

Gorden stood in the middle of nowhere squinting at nothing in particular. 'What exactly am I supposed to be seeing?'

'Don't you see it?' Chad said standing next to him. 'It is front of you. The wheelbarrow.'

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A rock in a hard place

Veronica stood on the edge of the precipice and looked down. About two meter below her feet was a large rock sticking out of the side and next to it a small rock just like Polly had said. 'Hard to get to!' she muttered exasperated. Why did Polly have to hide the chemical in such a place? Why not somewhere on the top?

There was no other choice. Veronica was going to go down there and fetch it. She looked around for a rope and someone to hold it but nothing and nobody. Oh well, Veronica thought, here goes. She put her foot gently over the edge of the precipice.

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Down the Road

'A radio eh?' the man said while sitting on an old discarded laundry machine chewing on something.

'Yes,' Veronica responded. 'I need to get a radio for a friend, well, someone I know and I heard you could get one here in Credit Bend.'

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The Strange Experiences of Chad and Gorden - Part 2 - The Travelling Hat

Gorden stood scratching his chin and looking at the closed door of the vault. 'So,' he said to Chad standing beside him. 'You are saying the vault is possessed too?'

'Well not possessed,' explained Chad. 'But powerful, perhaps giving power to Sylvester. I've seen him put things in it many times.'

'But everyone uses the vaults,' said Gorden.

'Yes,' agreed Chad. 'But there is more to it.'

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The Strange Experiences of Chad and Gorden - Part 1 - The Voices Within

'So,' said Chad to his friend sitting to his right on the bench outside the bar in the early evening air as they sipped on beer resembling muddy water. 'What do you think?'

'What do I think?' asked Gorden. 'About what?'

'About old Spooky Sylvester,' Chad responded. 'About him being possessed.'

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The Dying Light

There was beauty and peacefulness to be found in the yellow glow of the sunset as Veronica sat on the hill just outside Chris Pass, her bike parked nearby watching the sun fall slowly into the earth. Yet the sadness remained. The Foreman had not yet returned and as every hour, every day passed a deep foreboding was casting a dark shadow across her, a feeling that something was very wrong.

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Running tests, wearing chickens


I was running tests, wearing chickens, the rooster broke, tore my finger, blood...no....I was running chickens, the finger broke, I was wearing roosters, cut, testing gloves... I... The Chicken King, him and his wolf, with a pile of bones, the flames danced... strange words... Ayupa'mass agemi!... Habba Yabba Ba! These thoughts fly around my mind like spirits escaping from the underworld. The words muddled. Where am I? Who am I?

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Experiencing Technical Problems

The Tech guy was waiting for her as she rode the bike into Picus Ridge. He gave her a nervous wave as she slowed the bike to a stop and jumped off.

'Are you...' Veronica began.

'Yes, the guy who spoke to you on the radio. 'Bobby.'

'So you have technical problems?' Veronica asked.

'Yes,' Bobby replied. 'I am hoping you could help.'

'Well Billy,' Veronica said. 'Are you going to show me?'

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The Only Day


        Mein Herz mein Geist meine Seele
        lebt nur für dich
        Mein Tod mein Leben meine Liebe
        ist nichts ohne dich

        From Schutzengel by Unheilig

The Graham looked up from the console towards everything set up in front of the pods, the table, the bench with the food kept hot by heated plate, the sofa, the dress. It was all ready. He heard footsteps. He knew who was on the way. It was that time again, that one day of the year. They had an agreement.

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Waiting for Dusk



I am waiting on the bridge for dusk, but it will not come.

Let the sun set. Let it set on Redfield. This bridge once connected from here to there but now it is broken. Like you.

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Roads to Ruins


Rusty bicycle there, pile of rubble over here, and that... thing near the roadside.

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I to I

I see you. Looking at me like that. Looking into my eyes. What are you here for? Answers?

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Bad Tasting Medicine

His head thumped pain and his stomach was spinning. The Credit Bend Doctor took a deep breath. It must have been one hell of a night. Of course he wasn't a real doctor, one that was trained or anything, but he had watched actual doctors and read a few books, or a few pages, and it was not that difficult, he knew where most of the bits were. Most of his patients survived, well some of them, well a few, and the others? They did not complain.

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The gun fires. One shot into the stomach.

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Walking the Breadcrumbs

Another day in New Flagstaff.

Something was not right.


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