The Gift Part 13 – Hi-visibility

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Geoffrey’s phone rang; its face said Lucy. “You’re up early,” he said when he answered it. “”Hello to you too,” said Lucy’s …

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Abraham

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Abraham My blade is sharpened before you, oh God Most High. I am ready to use it. I am prostrate. I prostrate …

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Off Script

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Andrew fingered the manuscript on the chipped formica table in front of him and looked out the cafe window for Vanya. St …

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Custard

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Terry looked up from behind his computer as his colleague entered the room. The neon from the tower opposite them spread a …

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The Message

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“Ping.” Busy, I’ll check that later. “Ping.” I really don’t have time for this.  1:20. Boss wants this report on his desk …

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Choose LIfe Part V – Critical Mass

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“This better be good. I’ve got a network to run. My clock is ticking. Who’s this?”  Vlad freezes as he steps into …

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One Year In Numbers

I say this continual smoking must have been one cause, at least, of his peculiar disposition for every one. Whether ashore or afloat, is terribly infected with the nameless misteries.

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Did I say safely lodged? At the time I thought we were quite safe, and so did Perry. He was praying—raising his voice in thanksgiving at our deliverance—and had just completed a sort of paeon of gratitude that the thing couldnt climb a tree when without warning.

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Did I say safely lodged? At the time I thought we were quite safe, and so did Perry. He was praying—raising his voice in thanksgiving at our deliverance—and had just completed a sort of paeon of gratitude that the thing couldnt climb a tree when without warning.

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Had I still retained the suspicion that we were on earth the sight that met my eyes would quite entirely have banished it. Emerging from the forest was a colossal beast which closely resembled a bear. It was fully as large as the largest.

Dragged into Stubb’s boat with blood-shot, blinded eyes, the white brine caking in his wrinkles; the long tension of Ahab’s bodily strength did crack, and helplessly he yielded to his body’s doom: for a time, lying all crushed in the bottom of Stubb’s boat, like one trodden under foot of herds of elephants.

The night was really terrible; it would be a miracle if the craft did not founder. Twice it could have been all over with her if the crew had not been constantly on the watch. Aouda was exhausted, but did not utter a complaint. More than once Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her from the violence of the waves.

I faced about again, and rushed towards the approaching Martian, rushed right down the gravelly beach and headlong into the water. Others did the same. A boatload of people putting back came leaping out as I rushed past. The stones under my feet were muddy and slippery, and the river was so low that I ran perhaps twenty feet scarcely.

I gave a cry of astonishment. I saw and thought nothing of the other four Martian monsters; my attention was riveted upon the nearer incident. Simultaneously two other shells burst in the air near the body as the hood twisted round in time to receive, but not in time to dodge, the fourth shell.

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I say this continual smoking must have been one cause, at least, of his peculiar disposition for every one. Whether ashore or afloat, is terribly infected with the nameless misteries.

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