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They are here!

This is Susan Grindel at Spider Hill radio with your messages. Let me read the next message, it is. where is the paper? Ahh here, yes the next message is from a Mrs King who wishes good recovery to her husband Stephen. He has injuries from a spider who unfortunately bit his... oh... ummm.. bit him. Yes, he was, umm, injured. Mrs King bit him, umm, no, the spider, yes the spider wishes good, umm, bit him, errr...


What? The spiders are here?


Hanne Berg's picture

For Mother ..



It had been a much hotter than usual summer day in New Flagstaff. Not the usual dry desert heat but oppressively humid.

Neither did the evening rain come. It was just hot, humid, even at 02:45.

People lay on top of their beds, windows were open. It was stultifying.


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Who's yer Daddy? Part 2 - Hide and Seek



** Mood music **

((Most of lyrics also included in story))

**Continuation from pt 1

**A house just outside Tannerfield**

Ding Dong, I know that you can hear me, open up the door, I only want to play .. a little.

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Who's yer Daddy? Part #1 - Out of the Wilderness


**Just outside Tannerfield**


Glenda heard his swearing commence as soon as the lights went out, the generator he had just given an overhaul must have failed she thought, then worried about the mood it would send him into.

He banged, crashed and cursed his way down the dark stairs, the noise competing with the sounds of the fierce wind slapping tree branches against the house and shaking the windows.The weather matched his temper.

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Sticky Situations at Chez Spivey


"Ég lítur út eins og fordæmdur strákur!" Anneka snapped out in Icelandic.

"No you don't look like a boy." Slija helpfully translated for Kirsten's sake, omitting the expletive, naturally. "Look, Momma has you in a lovely dress ! Boy's dont wear dresses now, do they?"

Anneka had a face like thunder. If such a look could kill. Silja fussed at the dress trying desperately to reaffirm Anneka's self-identity. It was not working. Kirsten sighed, she was non to pleased also.

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The Day Joe's Life Changed


Her side...

 I see a dark green sporty car by the auctioneer. 

            I ask out loud " Who's is this?"

             "Oi ! My car.. bugger off away from it, I've just had the resprayed!",  Came the reply from a rather older chap who had just dropped all his papers on the ground.

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Being in a weird place - part two

Subdane swam for the surface as fast as his arms and legs allowed. Adrenaline surged his body, making him kick faster and harder. He struggled to prevent panic overwhelming him, finding it difficult to practice the proper swimming techniques and not just splash his arms and legs frantically and ultimately helplessly around. He was alive, and he didn’t care if it was some manifestation of his mind. He felt it and relived it.

Hyle Troy's picture

(Waffel) House Calls


"Nice threads !" 

Theis elbowed Hyle and nodded at the man who had just got out of a rather well mentained car and was heading for the Waffelhus door.

Hyle glanced up from makng a list in her notepad, glanced down then immediately looked up once more. She smiled, stood up straight and smoothed out her red Waffelhusvest. She looked back at Theis, who was also smoothing out his waffelhusvest.

"I saw him first." Theis smirked.

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Lost at Shore


Veronica looked around. Nobody. Strange.


The voice again. Veronica looked around again. Nobody.

'Up here!'

Veronica looked up. Nobody.

'Behind you! Up here!'

Veronica turned around and looked up. There was a tower near a wooden hut. Up the tower on the ledge was a man dressed in white. He waved at Veronica.


Perhaps he is Czech, Veronica thought. 'Err.. ahoy,' she replied. 'Errr...dobree den...'

'Dobee what?' the man said confused.

Maddox Maxxinsky's picture

A New Sheriff In Town





Engel's picture

Los Alamos

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“It’s an interesting place. You’ll see.”

A moat, a canal going nowhere... an imaginary border. And behind it, solid buildings. Skyscrapers! Incredible.

“Whoa!” I said.

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Carry the load

“No, it’s OK. I’ll get Theis to lift the ammo up to you.”


Hyle backed the Rover up close to Reavy’s tank. Theis wondered what it was exactly he had let himself in for when he took the barista job at The Waffelhus.


“Nice shade of pink, Hyle.” Reavy said with a tiny bit of enthusiasm.


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The Truth of Consequences (Rear Window addendum)


The room was clean and tidy but basic. Silja threw her rucksack on the bed then sat herself on the end. She let the dam burst. She finally let herself cry more than she ever cried in her entire life. Even more than when her mother died, but then she was only eight. That was different, a sort of numbness where she allowed the adults around her take her away from the stinking room where Momma had died, an emaciated worn out husk of her former beautiful self who had lost the fight.


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It was a dark and stormy night...

'It was a dark and stormy night...' Well it had been, hadn't it? Finny, after finishing Oliver Twist, had decided that she was going to write a book. She was going to write the story of getting her locket back and become rich, and famous, and live inna big house bigger than Joe's... All she needed to do was get past 'It was a dark and stormy night.' Or at least get the line to stop going round and round in her head so that she could concentrate on her work.

Malteserlord's picture

Flickers Of Light

Tink, tink tink...

Engel's picture

Not like this...

When he was a kid, he dreamed of apocalypse.

No laws but the law of the strongest. Total, frightening freedom. And it could be romantic too. Blasting over windswept roads with a good, unconcerned soul by his side, a pack of hungry, rabid dogs barking and chasing his car and an old record of Lana Del Rey weeping from the stereo. In this dream, everywhere he looked there would be nothing. And there would be nowhere to go. There is no better or worse place hiding over the hill. That is the true apocalypse, a huge steamroller flattening everything down. 

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The Waffelhus Gets a Facelift

Hyle had decided several weeks before the birth of Ichiro that The Waffelhus was looking a bit dreary, even the clinic was looking more modern.

Her first thought was to get Taiyoko in to do some odd jobs, but she decided that he was probably to busy, what with impending fatherhood, the job at Joe's factory and what-not.

So she tracked down a team of builders. Oz, Moxy, Neville, Wayne and Dennis from New Flagstaff.


"Err. Ya divvent need any roofin work d'yer, Pet? Coz wha havvint got a roofer see. Eez.. err ,dissapeerd ... somewhere"


Hanne Berg's picture

Rear Window [Epilogue]


Somewhere at the bottom of a canyon, a phone rang, It was enough to momentarily scare away the mutated beast which was pawing away at strips of duct tape. The phone stopped ringing. The beast sniffed the air and sensing no danger returned to it’s meal. After the phone rang several times more, the beast no longer saw the need for caution, it simply ignored the sound and tore the carcass of it’s lunch apart.

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Rear Window [16]



 “We were going to do some building work, honestly !”

Anson struggle against the handcuffs. Dwight said nothing as he wound a roll of duct tape round and round the body of Bartram who was just starting to recover from being cattle-prodded.

Hanne Berg's picture

Rear Window [15]



 “That will have to do.”

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Rear Window [14]



Herbert Bentley peered at his face in the theatrical mirror. The lightbulb festooned frame illuminated his face. He was in full slap and was just applying the bulbous red nose. To one side a crazy orange afro wig sat waiting on a mannequin head. On a hanger next to the table hung a bright yellow clown suit with red and white striped sleeves.

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Caleb's Wasteland Tales - Part 1: Blood, Cults, and Racism


The steaming hot water that produced an escalating amount of vapor against the bathroom mirror grew in volume as suddenly the sound of the creaking and squeaking from the tab being turned off was heard in almost a dream-like state. Sound was foggy for Bones and everything seemed like a haze as he blankly stared down at the bottom right corner of the mirror where a set of numbers could be seen in red marker written against the fogged up surface. 09Q-413D-7E2Y.

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Tukiko looked at the clock.

03:32 in bright blue numerals, the only light in the room. Well, of course it was, it was three thirty in the morning dammit.

The ' : ' between the numerals blinked on and off at her. Tukiko counted the seconds...


She turned to Tai, snorring softly beside her. Tukiko smiled. His whole world was about to change, let him sleep for five more minutes.


Maybe not.

"Sorry my love." She whispered, and then dug him sharply in the side with her elbow.

Hyle Troy's picture

Little Scene From Barry the Roofer


Barry took a deep breath and went inside to report. He appraoched the counter and stopped in front of Hyle. Barry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, not a word. He just stood there with his mouth open. 

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Being in a weird place - part one

Subdane woke in a strange place. As he raised his face from the hot sand, he saw animals long thought to be extinct.
Terror and confusing took hold of his mind. He scrambled to his feet, feeling the all too familiar cloning sickness, along with the awareness of being naked. Feeling exposed.
Wait a second. He thought to himself. I’m dead. Why do I feel like this?


It was a dark, dark night on a dark, dark road.
At the end of that dark, dark road was a dark, dark house.
In that dark, dark house were dark, dark stairs.
Up those dark, dark stairs was a dark, dark door.
Past that dark, dark door was a dark, dark room.
In that dark, dark room was a dark, dark fridge.
In the dark, dark fridge was a dark, dark container.
Hanne Berg's picture

Rear Window [13]



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Just an Average Day for Petyr


"Aaah..." he groaned in contentment after another sip of his half empty tea cup. It wasn't the fancy stuff he use to drink, but since his seclusion he's found out a decent recipe for really delicious tea with ingredients he can grow himself. For some reason he had a tune for some song stuck in his head... What was it called? Something about imagination and chocolate... Boy it'd bug him all day. He dropped his feet from a kicked-up position off of the table he was sitting at that looked out a window facing east, a large orange sun in the distance.

Veronica Volt's picture

Getting Ahead

Veronica had driven the buggy down this road many times towards New Flagstaff. She knew every hole, every rock, every plant in the road to avoid. Left - avoid the hole - right - avoid the large rock - right again - avoid the plant growing up - left - avoid the big hat.

Big hat?

Veronica stopped and jumped from the buggy to investigate.

Joe Spivey's picture

Getting Ready

A half hour prior to the publicity photo being taken everyone had trooped into the musty smelling Ranger Quartermaster's store.


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