02.06.14
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Nick arrived at the house and found the estate agent waiting for him. She didn’t look too happy to see him, and he couldn’t blame her. How many properties had she shown him now – twenty? Thirty? Each of them had matched his requirements in terms of price, location and number of rooms, but he had turned them all down. There was only ever one real requirement: a room he could use as a study. The space for a study was there in the houses he’d seen, but none of the rooms had inspired him. He needed a haven where he could do his research, his creating, his thinking, and any old room just wouldn’t do. It had to have a certain something. The trouble was he had no idea what that was.
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04.18.13
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The problem with reincarnation is that the process gets utterly tedious after the first couple of times. I am now about to enter my ninth lifetime and am seriously considering asking the Powers That Be to remove me from the roster of Conscious Reincarnation. I have come to envy those that flit from one existence to the next, unaware of their previous lives except maybe at some primal level.
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03.21.13
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Annie, Kev and Clive were sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast when Tom walked in, looking tired.
“I didn’t expect to see you up this early,” said Annie. “Aren’t you on late shift this week?”
“I am. It’s just…I…”
“Oh my God. You had it too, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
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02.21.13
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The sirens blared. Kimi panicked. Today of all days! She was miles from the safe house with a small arsenal of illicit weapons in the boot. She commanded her vehicle to determine available routes to the safe house. The data on the dashboard told her it was a good fifteen minutes away if she took the freeway, or twenty five if she chose the safe route – not that any routes were truly safe these days, of course. She decided she had too much ammo in the car to risk the freeway. Twenty five minutes would be cutting it fine, and even a minor delay would be enough to cause her to break curfew, but this was still the safer option. If all hell was breaking loose again, the freeway checkpoints would be manned.
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02.14.13
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The terrors I am about to experience are not my own. They will be implanted into my brain so that I can try and find out what happened to Janie Matthews. She is unable to tell us anything; she was found on Saturday morning at Moor House, screaming constantly, though nothing appeared to be physically wrong with her. She has been kept under sedation ever since, but for this procedure to work she must be fully alert so the doctor is letting her come to. She is almost there now – what started as whimpers are now getting louder and will soon turn into full-blown screams. The technicians hook me up to her in anticipation; my brain has been wired to hers for only a couple of seconds and already I am experiencing an extreme sense of foreboding.
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02.07.13
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Elliot walked into the laboratory annexe that housed the test subjects. He found the usual sight waiting for him, rows upon rows of subhumans lying in their cots, motionless, all staring at the ceiling. He felt the familiar unease as he made his way halfway across the warehouse-sized room to the row of creatures that were next in line for testing. He walked up to the datatower that served this row and logged in to check everything was as it should be. The nanoimplants inside each subhuman brain reported that all was quiet in their limbic systems. The implants were designed to block the amygdala area of the brain from receiving stimuli, making subhumans unable to experience emotion.
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01.31.13
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There was no doubt about it – the oak tree was angry. It creaked and groaned and waved its branches though there was not even a whisper of wind. Taimi swore under his breath. It had to happen on his watch of course. And it had to be the oak tree, didn’t it – just for once, it would be nice if it was the willow tree that demanded his attention. He sighed. Still, there was no escaping it; he had to do his duty.
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01.24.13
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Althea awoke one morning to find that she had dreamt of nothing. Not in the sense that she hadn’t had a dream at all or couldn’t remember that she’d had one, but rather that her dreaming self had spent the whole night in a completely dark space, doing nothing, seeing and hearing nothing. She found it a little odd, but thought no more about it until it happened again that night, then the next, then the one after that. At this point she was more frustrated than mystified – aside from anything else, it made for an excruciatingly dull sleeping experience. After it went on for two more weeks, she was at the end of her tether and decided to do something about it.
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01.18.13
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He walks across the cemetery as he has done every Saturday at noon for the last year, a rose in one hand and a bar of chocolate in the other. It is summer, and there is not a cloud in the sky. He feels the sun on his face and grimaces. It is not hot enough. Nothing is ever hot enough. He reaches the two graves and deposits the gifts he has brought – the rose for the woman, the chocolate for the boy – speaking their names as he does so. It is many months now since he last heard them speak back, but he intends to remedy this soon.
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01.10.13
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It is a few weeks since Maurice’s banishment to the old world. Every night in that time he dreams that he is back in Tomorrow, only to wake up and find himself still very much in Yesterday. Each morning brings fresh pain as he despairs anew at his predicament, and this morning is no different. He crawls out of the makeshift tent he has set up, only a few feet away from the chasm that separates Yesterday from Tomorrow. The hideous underside of the Bridge between the worlds looms over him, its ugliness only serving to remind him how beautiful the Bridge is when viewed from a vantage point within the realm of Tomorrow.
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