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  • Day 152 – Bad Day VI Get God – Short Story

    What’s life if you don’t break a few dozen eggs, of course when I say eggs, I mean whatever piece of shit comes your way, when, if they had any sense, they would’ve crossed the road, or ran like fuck the other way. You see, my whole life was about busting and breaking, making those…

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  • Day 147 – The Roundhead Prelude 10 – Hiding, Inside

    He stares at the dried blood, splattered against the wall, his eyes slowly follow the trail left behind, up and down, along and around, following the curves of each letter, until he reaches the end. He swallows a dry, coarse mouthful of air, it tears at his throat like a ball of barbed wire, as…

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  • Day 145 – The Roundhead Prelude 9 – It Calls For You

    “You’re kidding me?” He says as he rolls around on the bed, the phone pressed firmly to his ear. “Why would I kid you? It’s true, it’s everywhere. God I can’t believe you haven’t heard, it’s  like all over the news and social media, haven’t you seen any of it?” She says with a giggle.…

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  • Day 145 – Khufu – Short Story

    Inspiration again from another of Yazgar’s drawings for Inktober and Drawlloween, you can go HERE to see the awesome picture, and then, read the story. I promise, no clown’s this time.   “So what, you think it’s him?” “We’ll know more once we get the fabric carbon tested, but, I think we’ve found him,” he…

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  • Day 138 – Bad Day V Bastard – Short Story

    I snap the fucker’s finger, and pull the meaty, stubbly thing right off his hand and toss it onto the floor with the rest of them, he doesn’t scream anymore, the fuckers all out of screams now, but it doesn’t take away my enjoyment. He told me a heap of shit, more than I cared…

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  • Day 129 – Birthday – Short Story

    Twenty seven years on the outside, twenty seven years of living a life on borrowed time, the headlights flash past me and I shield my eyes, I know, too much description? Well, I’m not paying you to read this so why don’t you just piss off if it’s not working for you. The car comes…

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  • Day 126 – Bad Day IV From Below – Short Story

    When the grenade went off I thought it was all over, but I was satisfied that taking Kildone, that fat fucking prick with me was a choice thing to do, fucked if I’d be going down there on my own. The grenade ripped through the fat fuck like a water balloon hitting its target, he…

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  • Day 124 – Change – Short Story

    His sits, staring at the four glasses in front of him and blinks his eyes several times before reaching out in an attempt to pick one of them up, he fails miserably and crashes to the floor in a heap. “Shows over Macready, go home!” A voice says from above him, he slowly and awkwardly…

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  • Day 117 – Respect – 50 Word Story Expanded

    “Please sir, I was hungry, I’ve haven’t eaten in days, I didn’t want to take it, but I saw you had more…” The boy doesn’t get to finish his sentence as the man slaps him across the face, knocking him to the ground. “Shut up child, you have made your bed, now you must pay…

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  • Day 99 – Ghosts Of Forever – Short Story

    She looks over to Bennett, and grips his hand tightly, he squeezes back in return and forces a smile, but his eyes tell her a different tale, one filled with uncertainty. But she didn’t expect anything different from him, for the past two days all he’s done is try and talk her out of tonight’s…

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  • Day 95 – Private Session – Black Label Short Story

    She places her phone on the table and stretches her arms in the air and lets out a long, drawn out yawn, before pulling the blanket off from around her legs and walks over to the small bench that makes up the better part of her kitchen and picks up a strawberry from a plate…

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  • Day 89 – Hello, Officer – YouChallenge Short Story

    He looks uncomfortably into the rear-view mirror, at the car behind him, it’s red and blue lights flash violently and he swallows a mouthful of air, it moves down his throat like a rock and he shuffles in his seat as the officer gets out of the vehicle and slowly makes his way towards him.…

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  • Day 89 – Caged Heat – Short Story

    It was Tuesday, I think, I’m not really sure anymore, but let’s say it was Tuesday when she first showed up, looking like she had just walked out of a Victoria Secrets catalogue, all hot and tempting. I’ve never been one to back away from anything, and she, was not going to be the first,…

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  • Day 88 – Kill Calvez – Short Story

    “It’s not what you can do for your country, it’s what your country can do for you,” she says with a smile as she raises her hands in victory, the small crowd cheer in excitement as Vicky Calvez steps down from the podium and is quickly lead out the back by her staff, where she…

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  • Day 73 – Blood Drunk – Short Story

    He moves through the streets like a wrecking ball, crashing into everything and anything that’s in his way, until eventually he crashes into a garbage bin and tumbles hopelessly to the ground in a heap. He lies there in a daze for a few moments before he notices her standing there, watching him in the…

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  • Day 71 – Elastic Orange – Short Story

    “I’m telling you this is the hottest thing that is going to come out in a long time, you have to get on the ground floor or you’ll miss out!” He says excitedly. “I don’t know, it looks a little strange and I’m not really sure there’s such a strong market pull for this sort…

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  • Day 70 – Are You For Real? – Short Story

    Anton didn’t have many friends, and the ones he did have he made sure knew they meant a lot to him, in some ways Spider took advantage of that, and tonight was going to be no different, it would not only force Anton into a position where he would be risking more than just a…

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  • Day 65 – Dance Off – Short Story

    As the song comes to an end the crowd stop dancing and all turn clapping vigorously towards where the band, Mars Rox and The Turtle Men stand. “You’re all too kind!” Mars Rox says as he lets loose with one of his trademark, knee wobbling smiles and a wink of the eye. “We’re going to…

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  • Day 63 – Fangs For The Memories – Short Story

    We’re not sure who started the rumour about Mister Jarvis being a vampire, I know it wasn’t me or Fielding, it could have been Bailey, but none of that is really important anymore as we all pretty much have to live with what happened regardless of the role we played in it all. Yokel Sepalovic…

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  • Day 61 – Bad Day III – The Final Day – Short Story

    The pain is fucking terrible, I spit out blood, great, just how I felt like dying, sitting in my own piss, shit and blood. That fat fuck is gloating, dancing around like the big man he thinks he is, but he’s just a fat fuck. And fat fucks like Kildone always get what’s coming to…

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