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Blane’s Careless Wispas
A man with a rusty tannoy and a wooden clipboard told me I was on. I stepped onto the stage and walked over to the table which stood at the front of the stage and the faces in the crowd stopped bobbling, eyes widened and the chatter of voices died away. The table in front…
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Working for the Corporation (Short Story)
Message received 13th February 2032 “Group reported to be gathering near old Asda at Newhaven. Take action. Report.” The light filled the corner of the room and threw dark shapes around the walls, leaving shadows standing at the sink and sitting on the sofa. The scratched and battered old telly in the corner had been…



