Tag Archives: 30/12/2007

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The Boulevard Of Broken Glass

This story is cross-posted at 50YFN here. Siân Hannigan crossed from nTown into nHigh via underpass, the carriageway traffic rumbling above her. She exited onto the broken-down street, paused to get her bearings, and moved on. In some parts of town, the ground crunches underfoot

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The Bright Side Of The Road

Sarah Turner was the sort of girl who ought to have had hazard-warning lights fitted, and she knew it too. Whatever she got, she wasn’t ever happy with it. She only ever appreciated something when she saw it in her rear view mirror, but by

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Mistaken Identity

Everything is so fucked. Thursday night. The club was full of weirdos and fuck-ups. I’d been drinking since two, but I still wasn’t drunk. The rain was really coming down outside, I remember that. I’ve always had a perfect memory. No matter what I take

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You’re Tearing Me Apart

“No,” she said, “He says it like this.” She put her hands up to her temples and screwed up her face. When she looked up again it was with a bright smile. “Makes me laugh every time.” How long had we been talking? The hands

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New Year

Stagger out into another cold morning without a coat. Or underwear. It’s probably on that guy’s floor somewhere. Under the bed. On his voyeur dog, who knows. Fuckit. There’s a dresser full of the things back in your apartment. It’s gray and foggy, like you

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Personal Time.

Twenty four hours later and Cassandra Argento hits the streets hard, trading sole rubber for information and getting nowhere at the sort of speed that makes it hard to stay awake.  She wants her mind back, and if she doesn’t catch a break soon then