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| Forum topic | Good by Span | Anonymous | 4 | 20 years 2 weeks ago |
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| Forum topic | Brighteyes - Parfum | Brooklands | 4 | 20 years 1 month ago |
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| Forum topic | Johnny Weir, I hope by Brighteyes | Gilbert | 3 | 20 years 1 month ago |
| Forum topic | We Split the Dalis - bosch | chant | 5 | 20 years 1 month ago |
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| Forum topic | The Pirates... by brighteyes | pepsoid | 6 | 20 years 1 month ago |
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| Forum topic | Silver Surfer by Jack Cade | Gilbert | 2 | 20 years 2 months ago |
| Forum topic | Fuselit (not Fuseli) | Jack Cade | 10 | 20 years 2 months ago |
| Forum topic | What Do You Look Like? | rokkitnite | 165 | 20 years 2 months ago |
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My stories
Pongo #63
Pila I asked to be moved, because the dreams persist, but nobody has come to do the job, so I presume nobody will. When she's asleep, it's very easy to pity this husk, all couture nightgown draped over bones and white fibres, the bulge in her abdomen practically pulsing as it sucks the life from her. I realise the outside world has no comprehension of this. They think their radiant pin-up is sitting bravely in a hospital bed, breasts buoyant above the covers, doe eyes wincing bravely with pain every time the wound wakes. It's a comforting fantasy.
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Pongo #62
Dr N. Quellar M.D. The subject had risen early that day and gone immediately to the recreation room, asking for her paper and safety pencils. She had been told the previous evening to expect a visit from Insa. In the three hours between breakfast and the meeting, she had drawn twenty pictures of young women in different positions. These images were shaded lovingly and with a professional hand, the cross-hatching mimicking real shadow precisely. Such detail had been added that the absence of any facial features on the women was surely no accident.
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Pongo #61
Andaw "I'm not sure how to introduce myself, she says, when we first sit down and I ask her name. "I just found out my name used to be something else, but people mostly call me Miffy, and it's been that way for years, so I guess maybe Miffy is as good as anything.
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Pongo #60
Longwave 1771.1 In a few moments, we'll be speaking to none other than Kella Prewitt about her debut novel "Microscope, a thriller in which the main character, an actress named Prin Fedena, finds herself sucked into the seedy underworld beneath the glitter of fame. The press release says it draws on classical myth as well as the author's own experiences, in order to give a cautionary tale and helpful advice for those who would seek their fortune in the entertainment industry.
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Pongo #59
Pila I wake up again, and once more turn to face my neighbour's bed, only now the frail old woman is gone. In her place, a beautiful girl lies, flat-backed in soldier position on the sheets. Her hair is chocolate and the light dances on it. Her large, lidded eyes do not even flicker with dreams, she is so still. Above her head a canopy of glass, presumably some sort of incubation chamber or quarantine measure, seals her off from the outside world, while leaving her open like common land ' a scrap of green in the city to which everyone runs for picnics, exhibitions, firework displays.
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