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It was just another Tuesday.  Not their Tuesday.  No day had been theirs in quite a while now.  It was just another Tuesday, late afternoon and seasonably wet outside.  They were in their cafe, although Ann wasn’t quite sure she was comfortable referring to it as such anymore.  Another bad sign, she thought.  She sighed, and was surprised at the way in which this exhale shook her.   She distracted herself by picking the raw skin from her left index finger with the nail of her right, and winced …

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The new topic is Bonny. Please submit your short stories, poems, flash fiction, creative non-fiction, sonnets, whatever tickles your creative fancy by 8pm on Thursday 24th May.
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The rain fell down the gap between her supposedly water proof and neck; a sensation that the rain was seducing her, licking her neck. Marie marched across the cobbled streets of the city which was not an easy task in rubber soled shoes. These had been the shoes she had worn across Europe when the sun had smiled down upon her journey. In Prague, the rain had arrived and the stupidity of choosing such shoes became apparent.
Marie looked up, blinking as the rain splattered across her eyes. A …

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We Are Not Ready Yet
It was the beginning of a new era. They said we would progress more in a year than we have done in a century. Every person on earth would have a fair and equal opportunity. If a person wanted to build their own house, they would only need ask. Rather than the world working for prosperity, it would work for the benefit of mankind. The world’s population was set to double in 5 years; as people would be saved from illness and disease. The …