“I don’t know why we fucking bother,” Jeff said, twisting the top off his second beer. “Sport these days is so full of drugs it takes all the excitement out of it.”
His mate, Bob, gave a disdainful shake of his head at the tele. “You’re right. I don’t reckon they’ll ever weed out all these cheating pricks.”
Bryan finally sat down on the lounge with the TV remote in his hand when his wrist-watch buzzed.
“Bryan, you have not yet met your daily exercise requirement. Failure to do so will see a rise in your premiums of six dollars a week.”
With the barest sigh, Bryan put the remote down and walked over to the stepper in the corner of the room.
The alien looked nothing like Jael expected. She’d seen enough science fiction movies to know one when she saw one. She figured aliens would look vaguely human at the very least. Okay, maybe not movie star human, but this pitiful blob of jelly oozing around her kitchen was truly revolting. She took a few photos of it and, summoning her courage, scraped it into her dustpan and dumped it into the kitchen sink.
Jim Poise went so far as to say the extra-terrestrials harboured no ill will towards him. In fact, they appreciated his flair for decoration and keen eye for detail. Mostly he specialised in carpentry and furniture design but sometimes turned his hand to interior design whenever the situation presented itself.
The Donald Duck waited patiently by the hunters' track in the Kaimai Ranges. Duck season was upon them, his Daisy was sitting on a clutch of eggs, and it was now impossible to have a good swim ... self-preservation being self-preservation!
The hunter's dog was sniffing the trail. Excellent! The hunter himself was looking around with a suspicious eye.
Jane bought the wooden African mask from the Museum gift shop. It was said to be from Sierra Leone, and she thought it had a gentle face, unlike her husband, James, who was inclined to be cruel.
This hadn’t shown itself until after their honeymoon in Venice.
Patent #xxxxxxxxxxx came across my desk today. An old one, but occasionally the algorithm digs deep and throws up some blast from the past that we haven’t analysed correctly.
I actually blew some dust off the folder. The file was for one of those perpetual motion devices like the Dean Drive back in the 1950s. Reasonably easy to disprove on the grounds of thermodynamics.
‘Gangsters? No, no. We’re merely local businessmen. My name is Wilson and my associate is Gimlet.’
Klinko, the King of Klowns and Madame Heisenberg, the fortune teller of Hernandez’s Circus of Terror, regarded the two men dubiously.
‘What do you want?’ asked Klinko.
Terrie scowled. Dammit — everything was wrong. They weren't sticking to the plan. He was surprised that the intensity of his stare had not set the panel's screen alight.
Nothing. There was no movement. The gate was still closed. The red light on his panel continued to flash intermittently.
He blinked as a message appeared on his eyescreen.
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A Kernel of Wisdom
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A Self Long Forgotten
by Ariel Braago
Breathe, Little Greel
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Drawing Down The Demon
by Nick Clark
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No More Doors, No More Windows
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Waking Up In The Woods — by Jason Bougger
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