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The Seven Creepies in: The Christmas Crossover Caper | Part 10

Carla had yelled at us about this last time, I recalled, but had never really explained what she meant. She was pretty excitable when she’d gone more than a few hours without blowing something up. Which, to be honest, was … Continue reading

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The Seven Creepies in: The Christmas Crossover Caper | Part 7

“No you’re not,” the slightly-more-normal female Creepy hissed, and before any of us could do anything she’d launched herself across the room at the towering ghoul. There followed a very tense and crowded few seconds, where Mell took the Drake … Continue reading

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The Seven Creepies in: The Christmas Crossover Caper | Part 6

This one was also female, although the distinction was even more meaningless than it had been with Mell. She was, effortlessly, the most disturbing Creepy so far – and considering Mister C of 9, that was really saying something. She … Continue reading

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The Ballad of Big Shooey, Part 7

Magdus folded his upper arms, planted his lower fists on his hips, and gave an appreciative whistle. In spite of really, really not wanting to be, he found he was impressed. “Mighty pretty,” he congratulated Stansgaard. “Don’t quite get how … Continue reading

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The Ballad of Big Shooey, Part 6

“Who else found out about you?” Magdus asked as they exited his apartment and headed out along the antiseptic white corridor. There were a few other locals coming and going, and he greeted each of them with brief nods and … Continue reading

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The Ballad of Big Shooey, Part 1

Magdus would have expected the garden to be deserted on this day, of all days. Even the fossils who usually gathered here to ruminate on the gleaming folly and irritate him with their constant misapprehensions that he was interested in … Continue reading

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Summertime, Part 5

Day 71. 70 pages, 33,036 words. I staggered back a little as the vision passed. “Whoa,” I said, because it seemed like the thing to say when you’d just experienced a perception-altering trip through time, even if it was all … Continue reading

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Zero (Thick of Mind, Part 19)

Day 54. 64 pages, 30,172 words. Working on it. Pretor The pressed on the door chime and waited, stiffly at attention, until the commander-or-whatever acknowledged her call. When the door opened she strode in unhesitatingly. “Overspecialist The,” the commander said. … Continue reading

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The Return of Jadis (Thick of Mind, Part 18)

Day 53. 64 pages, 30,172 words. He sat in the green shade, listening to the whispering of the leaves. They told a story. They told him who he was. They always had. He just never quite managed to remember. Back … Continue reading

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The Grey Damorakind Fire (Thick of Mind, Part 17)

Day 51. 64 pages, 30,172 words. The dome was dimly-lit, and felt dank and wet even though it had long since been drained and cleared. The floor was discoloured and the viewing panels had only been partially replaced, leaving a … Continue reading

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