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That's chump change; a third the cost of a decent coffee. So skip the barista-stirred brew this morning and dive instead into a world of controversial conspiracies and nebulous motivations. For 99 cents, how can you say no?
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- M...
Monday, 28 April 2014
Friday, 25 April 2014
22:30
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Everyone loves a sneak peek, right? A glimpse behind the curtain, a snatch-glance over the fence, a gander in the dressing room? Hmm, maybe that last one's a little much...
But steering back on point, here follows a steaming pile of surgically-extracted goodness (subject to opinion) from my brain directly to yours. Enjoy!
The
mahogany-panelled boardroom smelled of whisky and corruption. Even the air
tasted rich with the iron tang of blood and money--though which held sway,
Abbey couldn't tell. What was as clear
as the lingering musk...
Thursday, 24 April 2014
17:20
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A writer's veins pulse with percolated coffee. Without it we falter, fall, and fail. Caffeine is the drug of the go...
Monday, 21 April 2014
02:59
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Our lives are stories; our stories are our lives. If you wish a taste of immortality, look to the storyteller and write. Only narratives defy the entropy of a...
Friday, 4 April 2014
22:53
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At one time or another, we are all dissatisfied with our lot in life. No money, few friends, poor past decisions coming back to haunt us. We dream of escape, of fleeing to a place where no one knows who we are, where our old lives can be forgotten, a place like Nowhere.
Nel, a civil engineer working in a Seattle suffering apocalyptic-level climate change and war-time rationing, is about to realise this fantasy. An impossible place existing outside of time, where the problems of his old life are but echoes of a distant dream...
Too bad Nowhere's...
19:43
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Spring has sprung and change has come, but the shadows of Winter linger still in the mind of Eostre. Young and fallow, she has much to learn before fate brings her and Isaac together as husband and wife. Her world dances between two corporeal states: in one, death abounds at the hands of the Delirium plague; in the other, life blooms by virtue of a mysterious farmer and his miracle cure. But which world is truth? Light or dark, sun or shadow? A young boy built of golden light, or an old woman cloaked with obsidian ravens; who is Eostre to...
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