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“Laz! Laz! Problem!”1
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“Laz! Laz! Wake up! I’ve done something stupid!”1
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The Good Ship Corsair, a truly vast vessel, pitch black hull nigh invisible against the empty backdrop of space, was about to embark on a new voyage after taking on a new batch of junior crew members from Earth. Too large to
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“Can’t you talk about something other than politics?” muttered Thomas sleepily. “It’s depressing.”1by jamieoj87 1100 words, 2 comments, on Jun 13 3:05 PM. In Fantasy, Gay, Romance, Short story, Unfinished
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These days it’s not as dangerous around writers’ houses as it used to be. Laptops are lighter than typewriters and therefore tend to do less damage after being thrown out of windows. Still, the casual passer-by should make su
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Chapter 1 - The Party1
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Such was the frustration that bubbled furiously up inside him, through his boiling blood all the way to the tips of his fingers that judder
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Harry was not someone to whom preparing for parties came naturally. He simply was not designed for it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to put
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He could have been anywhere in any number of universes. He could have been basking in the clear light reflected from a shimmering celestial palace carved from diamond, relaxing on the edge of an endless lake of the deepest, d
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Age, one hears a lot these days about age. Young people believe they own the world, and this is something it is good to let them think. In the end, if there is ever a contest over anything, old age, stubbornness and dishonest
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“Grrrr-Ahhhhhh! Man-stand!” Gus hoisted himself to his feet with as much testosterone as he could muster, swaying back and forth on the spo
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“George?”1 / “Wow!”2 / “What?” Harry, wearing a challenging expression in the sense that it both issued a challenge and was a supreme effor
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1 / Kal and Kai, two boys from the underground nation of Tetsudo leave home to explore the ancient tower of Duraidaskdei that stands some distance from their hometown. There they behold a stunninby jamieoj87 600 words, 2 comments, on Apr 27 4:10 PM 2008
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Smith’s Gentlemen’s Outfitters was possibly the only workplace in Brindley, which lacked a professional theatre or a stately home, into whi
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Harry was sat at his computer, indirectly looking to see if Oscar was on Facebook, though he kept telling himself that this was just out of
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Groaning wearily, Harry opened his eyes to find the face of Monday morning staring at him from not an inch away, a manic grin spread across its idiotic face. “The weekend,” Dorian had once said in one of his rare moments of p
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Hearing the muffled sounds of less-than warm fraternal argument floating down through the ceiling, Harry weighed up his options and decided
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Stephen swayed down the street past the village centre, appearing somewhat drunk as a result of trying too hard not to be overly masculine,
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Around 20 years ago, an unfortunate epidemic struck the village of Brindley. It was known most widely as ‘the Name Curse’. Some, like Harry
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Part One: Employment1 / “Your name, please?” said the ‘Bold recruitment officer, choosing against actually looking at his interviewee in fa
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“Atkinson, I asked you for your Mathematics prep, did I not?” Mr. Smith, master of meaningful eyebrow movement, was showing off his skill o
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It was a pleasant night, not exactly warm, but not exactly cold either. The air was still and there was barely a sound to be heard outside.
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Thursday night flickered weakly in distant candlelight. The owl, which Jango was now convinced had been hired expressly for the purpose of
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Charlie braced himself and pressed the button. The showers at St. Winston’s were designed to come as the rudest, most violent shock that any human body could experience. They allowed no leeway, no matter what culture or clime
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Tuesday grew overcast and unappealing, the grey overhead doing nothing to dampen the excited spirits of the pupils as they skipped and danc
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One o’clock in the afternoon. The rain had finally taken pity on those below and abated, leaving that post-downpour cool dampness that tends to make everything seem alright again. Well, almost everything.1
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The interior of the shed was, well, the interior of a shed. A bit bigger than the norm, perhaps, no tools hanging from the walls, a little less sawdust on the floor, but it was still a shed. Damp was doing its best to destroy
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“I swear you can get Herpes like this,” muttered Felix.1 / “What, being out in nothing but cold pants?” replied Jango, looking confused. “I thought it was an STD.”2 /
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“Wakey, wakey!”1 / Jango, if he had possessed the energy, would have at that moment reacted by springing about two feet into the air and glancing around madly in search of his mystery hailer, whoby jamieoj87 2800 words, on Jan 12 9:26 AM 2008
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“Come on, Theo,” said Sandeep in a hushed whisper across the back of the Maths room. “When are you going to tell us what he said?”1 / “What
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The common room that evening was unusually empty, with many of the boarders apparently at a party being held in Bob House. As such, it was
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“I think you’re going to do well for me,” said Mann proudly. “I can usually tell with these things you know.” He was leading Albert across
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