RDP: A Most Unwelcome Letter

The corporal crumpled up the note and threw it to the flaw and stared at it as it came to a halt at the foot of the stairs. She'd read it five times and her reaction had been the same. Numbness. It wasn't shock or concern, she felt nothing. She rose from her chair and … Continue reading RDP: A Most Unwelcome Letter

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The Man on the Slab.

Dr Webster looked at the cadaver on the table and wrote his notes. "Subject has been decapitated by a blade with a serrated edge, a hacksaw probably. Subject is male, Caucasian and between 25 and 30 years old." The Corporal stood behind him watching his technique and observations. "The lack of facilities available have prevented … Continue reading The Man on the Slab.

The Rock

"Look at this," said Wilking indicating the ground. "Looks like just another big lump of Granite," answered Maggiestone. "Remember the lava from this era would have been acidic." "Not at the chill margins," insisted Wilking. "The mineral streak, it looks like it could be pure Lulconol." "If it is we could have riches beyond the … Continue reading The Rock

Saturday Fiction: In which Dr. Webster discovers the problem of too many porters.

As I feeling a bit Lazy, here is an older post which fits in with the. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Blizzard

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   A Single Ticket to Infinity

By

Michael Storm

Chapter One

The cheerful landlord

It was a particularly heavy snowfall and despite being a very competent driver Dr. Webster was beginning to find it difficult to go on, even with the wipers on at full he was the snowflakes were still filling the windscreen almost as quickly as the spread of bacterium. He had just passed a sign for a Pub which did B&B and decided there and then rather weather the snow he’d sit it out, after all he wasn’t in a hurry for anything. He pulled into the car park of The Golden Egg noting that there were precious few other cars on the car park, not really a surprise out in the sticks with the weather the way it was. He checked himself in for the night and luckily…

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Smile

Would being a jovial man be an appropriate description of myself? I don't think so, while  I am not a total misery guts it would be fair to say I do carry a level of cynicism within me, you could say I am a lugubriously cheerful person. There are a number of people who I … Continue reading Smile