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Then There Were three (part 2)

Finny was nine. But she’d seen enough sick kids, both in The Borough and at the orphanage to know that Worms had more than just something a spoonful of whatever it that was the nurse kept in the big brown bottle could fix.

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Then There Were Three (part 1)

The scrapyard behind the garage on the road heading east out of New Flagstaff hid the sight, but not the sound of the four orphans of the apocalypse as they drove the rusting and burnt out vehicles in imaginary car chases.

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Søstre [4]

It is pink. I guessed it!” Sorja laughed.


No it is not, It is more red than pink I would say.” Hyle replied. “It is just a matter of how the light hits it.”


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Søstre [3]


The ferocious looking tiger peered out from under the sofa, its meal not far away. It growled, a sort of high pitched growl. But the people of the house did not hear, and the tiger was confident. His next meal was mere centimetres away, he crept forward and pushed his muzzle into the pastry.

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Søstre [2]

Present day….. Shortly after Mid-day,


The low rumbling thunder of low revving four-stroke motorcycle engines grew from out of the distance as they left the main North-South road and turned into Hope Springs.

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Union Candy (part 22 finale)

Days passed. Queen Bee remained in the Union Medical Centre while her arms continued to slowly mend. Now, her ladies in waiting became her nurses as well, and all three of them actually began to bond into a truer form of friendship. Maybe this was temporary and Bethany would revert to type once her convalescence was over but, for now, they were there for each other.

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The Chickening - Part 11 (Epilog)


Veronica was awakened by a sudden sound. Still sleepy and resting her head on a large pillow, she opened her eyes. Did she hear something or was it a dream?

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Søstre [1]


Seven years ago….


From any angle, it was plain to see that Sorja was not happy with her sister, not in the slightest. Anyone who passed the side door to The Waffelhus that evening would have been witness to the argument between the two Troy sisters.


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Union Candy (part 21)

Early that evening, in his office, Inspector Crabbe continued to stare at the report on the Ambrose girl assault for quite some time after he had finished reading it.

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Union Candy (part 20)


The only one good thing about having a broken finger, Finny thought, the following morning as she held up her hand to display her splinted middle finger to the gaggle of under tens who came to stare. Was that it brought an immediate end to her jankers. True, the sentence could have been resumed once her finger had healed, but the staff weren’t naive enough to think that Finny’s accident had been in any way accidental.

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The Chickening - Part 10

        The Correction

Veronica was awakened by a sudden sound. Still sleepy and resting her head on a large sack of tainted vegetable, she opened her eyes. Did she hear something or was it a dream?

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Union Candy (part 19)

“Hey! I’ve just scrubbed…”

Finny looked up and stopped. Queen Bee, Bethany Ambrose, stood two steps up, smiling down.

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Union Candy (part 18)

Finny hadn’t actually missed the bed check. She had managed to sneak into the dorm while the Matron and the duty staff person were checking the boys’. It wasn’t even the fact that she had still been wet from the shower that gave away that something was amiss. What had given it away, even to those standing at the ends of their beds on either side of Finny, had been, the smell.

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Union Candy (part 17)

Joe stood by the factory door and counted heads as today’s workforce filed past him ready for another fun-filled day of making bullets and not getting your fingers crushed in the process. The last urchin passed through the arched brick maw of the old building and Joe was left chewing on the end of his cigar and looking down the street in the direction of the orphanage.

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The Chickening - Part 9


Veronica repeated the question. ‘Why are you here?’ she asked. The person at the desk said nothing for a few seconds. Outside the wind howled and the air had the spark of electricity as the storm gained power.

Finally, Veronica responded. ‘Working.’

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The Chickening - Part 8

        Room 237

Veronica slowly walked up the stairs to the guest rooms above. “Room 237, room 237” she muttered to herself. Soon she was on the level where all the room numbers began with two. She walked along the corridor and around the corner. She saw the door. ‘Room 237,’ Veronica muttered as she approached. The door was closed but there was a key in the keyhole. She turned the handle, the door opened. Slowly Veronica stepped inside.

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The Chickening - Part 7

        A few hours before…

So many ideas. New ideas, new experiments, new thoughts. In the middle of the hotel lounge, Veronica walked around the large desk thinking, then walked around again before she sat again on the chair and began to write more on the paper. She filled the paper and grabbed another, writing fast. So many ideas! How long had she worked, when did she last time sleep?

So many ideas! So many, no time to sleep, sleep.

A corridor.

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The Chickening - Part 6



Something was out there. Something was outside the bedroom door. Veronica rushed to the window. Could she open it? Climb out? Jump? No, it was too high. What to do? What to do?

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The Chickening - Part 5



Veronica lay in her bed in guest room 101 looking up to the ceiling. She could not sleep. Did she really see the chickens or was it the imagination? Outside the wind howled as the storm came closer. How long had she lay here? Minutes? Hours? She had thirst now. She needed something to drink. She got out of the bed, wore one of the hotel fluffy bathrobes, and grabbed her portable light.

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The Chickening - Part 4

         The Experiment

Using one of the generators it was six hours to charge the batterie and almost the same time to reconnect it to the buggy. Easy to remove, not so easy to remember how to return it. Finally it was back in the buggy, and after some “improvements” it was ready to test.

Veronica put the buggy in the lounge and checked it one more time. All good. She sat in it and with excitement pulled the power lever.

Nothing happened.

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The Chickening - Part 3

       Four Days Later

The boiler was making strange sounds again. Veronica turned the release valve. A noise of air and steam escaping came from above and the strange sounds stopped. She walked to one of the generators and checked her repair of yesterday. All was good, the wires still connected.

Suddenly she heard the strange boiler sound again but then realised it was from her stomach. Time for food.

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The Chickening - Part 2

       Closing Day

Veronica entered the Hangover Hotel and walked to the reception desk where a woman was busy clearing the desk of papers and a vase of drooping flowers.

'Hi,' Veronica said cheerfully. 'I am here for chicken.'

The woman behind the desk suddenly froze, and looked to Veronica with a look of horror. 'What did you say?' she said.

'I am here for check in,' Veronica repeated

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Union Candy (part 16)

The ‘little boss’ meanwhile was steadily putting one foot in front of the other and making her way diagonally across Verde street to Joe’s lockup. Two thoughts were keeping her shaking legs moving; ‘Please don’t let me die.’ And ‘Gotta get back before bed check time’. Surprisingly, it was the second one that added the most urgency to her steps.

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The Chickening - Part 1

The Interview

‘Have you experience of hotel work?’ Stephen Kuhbrick, the Manager of the Hangover Hotel, asked Veronica as they sat in his office.

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Union Candy (part 15)

By swinging from the broken ladder from one hand, Finny, with much grunting and gasping, managed to haul the manhole cover back into place before dropping into the waiting arms of Kru.

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Union Candy (part 14)

After the fetid humidity of the sewer, the cool night air Finny emerged into was something she just wanted to stand in and savour, possibly forever. Unfortunately, the urgent rasping hiss of her partner’s voice wasn’t letting Finny enjoy the moment.

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Union Candy (part 13)

Finny sat down on the wet floor of the tunnel and started pulling off her shoes.

“Have you got a knife?”

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Union Candy (part 12)

They walked cautiously through the dimly lit hallways where mutants stopped what they were doing to stand and stare at them. None of these mutants were armed, Kru noticed, nor did they show any signs of hostility and Finny just smiled and waved at all of them like she was strolling by the pond on a sunny afternoon.

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Union Candy (part 11)

Eric Small put down the receiver and stared at it. It was only when he realised that his fingertips had become sticky that he stopped scratching at the already red and inflamed flaky skin on his neck. Dammit. Dammit! Children shouldn’t be allowed to use phones.

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Union Candy (part 10)

They continued west. Don and Kru discussed tactics while Finny sat, still clutching Joe’s briefcase, and wondering what the heck was happening. She tuned into the conversation going on between Kru, next to her and Don, in the back seat.


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