Category: Writing
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Tax Cuts
It used to be a percentage of your earnings. Plus a percentage of what you spent on non-critical stuff. Plus a percentage of any capital you gained. Then one day, I woke up, and my finger was missing. The tax man had come in the night, and like a psychotic anti tooth fairy, he lopped…
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The Pre-Trial
“I don’t need to take this crap from a robot in a horsehair wig.” As opening gambits went, it wasn’t the best. She knew that. But Kate was at a bit of a loss when it came to these proceedings. It was a side effect of being born in 1982, and twenty two years later…
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The Photograph
She pushed the battered looking photo across the table, and his gnarled hand reached for it. His skin was paper thin and had liver spots, and his knuckles just made him look gaunt. His finger touched the image, and he looked up from it, to her, his eyes milky and bloodshot. “What’s this?” she asked,…
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The Speaker
Gary hated the thing on his shoulder. Always had, but now more so than ever. It started as a little lump. Nothing big, nothing to really worry about. It was there from when he was about six. Maybe it grew a little as he grew, he could never be sure. The doctor had a look…
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The Service
I first read about The Service a few months ago. It was getting talked about a lot all over the internet, and so I did some research. They’d started The Service about ten years ago, but only now, after the blight, was it getting any kind of traction. It intrigued me, if only as titillation,…
