03.05.10
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Rodolphus walked into the hall, his belly preceding him by a good ten inches. The annual Soulgatherers’ Banquet was in full swing, the waiters struggling to keep up with the demand for the delectable slices. His gaze swept the room until he saw the group he was looking for: Antimus, Tenemius and Tarsus – seven chins between them, three of them Tarsus’s alone. With them stood a young fellow who could only be a new recruit – he was thin as a rake. Not for much longer, thought Rodolphus with a wry smile as he wandered over to his friends.
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02.26.10
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We reach the double doors at the end of the long, grey corridor and the warden ushers us in with a sombre greeting. I want a good view of the proceedings, so I stride towards the front row of seats, my wife’s hand in mine. She pulls me back gently and I see she doesn’t want to get that close; we sit down in the second row and I put my arm around her shoulder. A few more people trickle in and quietly take their seats. No one sits in the front row and only one other person sits on the second row, as far away along from us as possible. Everyone stares straight ahead, not wanting to meet anyone’s eye. At last, after what seems like an age, the correctional officers bring in the monster and march him to the front of the room.
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02.19.10
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The wizard stared at the little girl in horror. She looked up at him with big blue eyes and a small shake of the blonde ringlets that cascaded down below her shoulders. A pair of plump, rosy cheeks dimpled as she smiled at him. It was all he could do to stop himself from shuddering; he had never been this terrified in his entire life.
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02.12.10
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The old shaman looked down upon the village from his vantage point higher up the hill. He sighed at the sight of the people milling around. Not a soul there had seen less than 50 summers. The younger folk had been trickling out of the community for years, flocking to the city in search of … what? He did not know. None who had left had ever returned. Was that through choice, he wondered, or did the city lure them in only to lock its gates behind them?
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02.05.10
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He fed it human hearts, and freshly harvested ones at that. He hated getting them, but the alternative was unthinkable. Every time he was coming down from the high it gave him, his conscience would rear its weak head and he would be overcome with remorse. But as time drew him further away from its last feed, and his last high, he found himself feverish and thinking of the logistics again – how to get another heart for it without getting caught.
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01.29.10
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Cosmonauts Zheng, Masters and Collins looked in disbelief at the images from the satellites.
“This cannot be happening.”
“They’re… They’re…”
“… all gone.”
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01.22.10
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I have not seen a single living human for eight days now, in a city that used to house ten million. I wish I could say the same about dead ones, but one cannot escape the sight of the pyres piled high with plague victims. I will be joining them soon – this morning I felt in my legs the ache that presages the onset of the virus. In a matter of days I will implode. My bone marrow will mutate into an acid-like substance that will melt the rest of my organs, and I will join the amorphous corpses on the pyres.
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01.15.10
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“Daddy, I broke my stick. Can I have another one?” Tessie asked, ponytail swinging as she hopped from one foot to another to emphasise her need for a new stick. She knew he wouldn’t refuse her, but the action earned her an even bigger smile.
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01.08.10
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Gaspard Daurenx, Vaultkeeper for the Liege, had been at his post since sundown, but it wasn’t until the last of the drunken revellers had begun to make their way home that he’d started to feel nervous. The Feast of Rosemonde had now ended, and it would not be long before d’Angerville showed up. Daurenx shivered – whether due to his ageing bones feeling the cold or because it was nearly time, he could not know. He was not proud of what he was about to do, but these were desperate times. He sighed; at least the night was as dark as it could be. He felt it fitting that the heavens would not be illuminating his act of treason.
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12.24.09
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The band were leaving the stage to loud applause from the crowd as Death walked unseen into the venue. He checked his diary: 11:03pm, Tony Evans, goatee beard, tattoos on forearms, black leather trousers and a Motorhead t-shirt. Death sighed; locating his latest charge in this crowd could take some time and it was already 11:02:49. Then he spotted a commotion near the bar: a body lay on the floor and two men were trying to resuscitate it while a third ran to get help. A soul hovered over the body, looking confused. Death berated himself for not being there in time to greet it. He rushed to the soul, knowing he’d never hear the end of it from the Big Man if he got there after the paramedics.
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