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We are excited to have received an eloquent (and lengthy!) comment on the post Paddy O'Table and have responded as seems right and proper by enrolling the prodigious talent to our blog, pronto, before he is talent spotted as a script writer by Hollywood.'Be I a savant?' Paddy asks.More likely a servant, I think. I can hear a song a 1,00 times, buy the sheet music, and still make a right mess of

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Supermarkets wars on the moonTeskos supermarkets have opened an open-cast cheese mine here on the Moon. They've also registered the deeds for all the other deposits, though they show no sign of mining them yet.As their ship was leaving, heading back to Earth, we presume, it came under fire from an enemy ship bearing the legend WoolMart/ Spawlmart. Or it may have been WallMurk? It's hard to tell

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Brass monkeysTo whom it may confuse,Number 14 has flipped again, after sharing a conversation with the chairentity. You’d think it would know better by now, because Number 14 and the ‘boss’ have nothing in common. We’ve wired Number 14 to the mains, for a recharge, and bypassed its main processor to give it a rest. It’s kind of asleep without the central processor, yet all the parallel

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The Rules'The timid one' emailed - 'What are we allow to post?#14 replies: Such 'community' posts have moved to Time Out Short stories still belong here, but no s p a m, p o r n, h a t e. Imagination (imagination!)and novelty positively encouraged. :)#14

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King Arthur of Cameldung and his fabled Sword, ExpeditorIn the heart of the great nation of Albion lies a swamp. In the middle of which, more or less, is a large hill - very broad, but not so tall – on which has stood for ages beyond memory the great City of Cameldung. The famous city; the royal city; the city of legend; the sinking city ...In fact Cameldung, and more significantly the hill,

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The Freemasons Secret Handshake also threemasons handshake ... Picture X Entric, his pal Loopy and his lodger, Rodger, bemoaning their boredom. Several hundred times X Entric and Loopy had meandered the roads and footpaths of Camp-site by the Sea, many times they had perused the alleged newspaper of this town, and still they failed to find anything interesting to do.Rodger, being relatively new

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Food Aid for the un-deadby Lucy LasticI was watching a documentary on TV the other night. Or it might have been a film, it's so difficult telling the difference nowadays...Anyway, there were all these un-dead ex-people roaming the streets of a large American city late at night, as we Americans are all so painfully aware is frequently the case, and an idea suddenly struck me.When the un-dead (slow

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Road Rage Short StoryR. Sole snr, the proud owner of R. Sole Builders Murchants, a self-made man but poor speller, stood on the stool in the gents toilet and gurned into the mirror. He needed to come to the the toilet to get away from the rabble with no money, the tossers ...Then again, he might have been smiling.'I done it, I did. All on me own. Starting from nuthin and looking after the little

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Archive Short Stories: funny, teens, famous poems, creepy, fantasy, fiction, love, friendshipUpdated 30 June 2009 posts feed posts feed 25+ posts feed 50+ posts feed 75+ posts feed 100+ posts and comments monkeys-and-dogs-edlam-and-syllum nearly-stable-forum Harry's school daysHave you the time for TIME OUT?Mysterious MeetingKate and dogAliens moon based schoolRepublic of thursleydalethe

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Blonde and Witless - hairdressersDonatella returned from the bar with two halves off Curate's Comfort beer and gave one to Agnes Daily.'Fancy,' said Agnes. 'The famous Smogdale tipple in the Halfway Inn. I swear this is nearer to the huge City of Wherewithal than it is to Smogdale, yet they sell our local brew!''Well it is rather damned fine,' replied Donatella, doing her best to lose her

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The first part of shaggy dog tale/marathon: Goldy the Shepherd and his fellow dogs were winging their way through space towards Earth, fondly hoping to discover intelligent life. True, they could see intelligent life by looking in the mirror, but there's something about the vastness of space that makes any halfway conscious species wonder if there are other critters out there that have better

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a story about - you'll see ....Once upon a non-time in a non-place there was a bang; and it was big. Energy, for want of a better word, was thrown every which way, seemingly at random. The Entity with the Magic Wand, so to speak, looked on and saw that it was good.After a mind-boggling span of time, all apparently totally boring and aimless, billions of lifeless galaxies coallesced, each

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Guinea Pig Soup‘We’ll get you into the Tootsie Institute of Technology, son. The success rates, the prospects, the famous guinea pig soup,’ said Mrs. G.‘Guinea pig soup?’ asked Harry. ‘I’ve never heard of it. Are you sure it’s legal.’‘Oh yes. I know some species are protected, for example the swan. And others are considered to be pets. Domesticated as it were, like the guinea pig. But the college

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The weird,the wired, the wacko, the TIME OUT Blog!!Please Visit!

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Kensington on Trent FROGS AGM The Filthy Rich Old Geezers Society Biennial Meeting Picture the quaint, rather small town of Kensington on Trent nestled in the curve of the River Trent, facing the steep wooded vista (not TM) Annoy Hill, or Hill Annoy as the local yokels are wont to call it. A picturesque place to be sure, but threatened with the swampdom of anonymity and noise by SprawlMart

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The Hermit’s DaughterFeaturing Kate, Horace and DogAt 8 a.m. Horace finished gardening and made a drink. At 8.10 a.m. he uncovered the easel at the rear of his cave, moved it nearer the daylight and continued his illustrated translation of the words of the prophet.At 10 a.m. he had one slice of unleavened bread and half an apple, then knelt to pray.The shiny surface of the icon briefly showed his

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Funny Doings at the Aliens School Horsy WomenTiz September, the beginning of a new year of study for the five adventuresome AloeVeras based on Earth’s moon. Number 11 and Number 14 approached room C, timing their arrival so they only avoid being late be one second thus avoiding detention but causing the chairentity maximum stress.The scene:Committee room C,The AloeVeras’ Base,The Moon.The topic:

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The story of the Republic of ThursleydalePresently, the admin is covered by Idi Admin, esq., of Campsite by the Sea in Thursleydale. Captain Idi of the good (though rather smelly) ship HMS Champagne Bottle.The chances of a poll, or any sane admin being organised during August are remote; as remote as the Republic of Thursleydale. The reasons may become clear …The Republic of Thursleydale,

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The Olf and its HatFollowing the psychogram (1st class) delivered faster than the speed of light by Olf Mail , from Hermes Trismegistus (the patron saint of all sufferers of triple vision), we are pleased to reply to members of Wits End e-Community:The olf is the epitome of all things that can’t be pinned down. Probably.It can’t even decide whether to be part of the physical world (like the

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Countess Sigmundina FreudI would like to take this opportunity to introduce myself. I am Countess Sigmundina Freud of The Castle, Extravagant Cake Mountain, Nr. Vienna (but not very), Austria.As you may know, I am the inventor of Cycle-Analysis, the proven technique for resolving deep-seated emotional trauma. Lest the name of the technique puzzles you, I had better explain.My castle is located on

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Homeopathic financeWhilst perusing Honda Prelude’s complete works via the central blogging library on Planet BlogSphere, I came across an arcane branch of medical learning called homeopathy. I downloaded the lot as a plain text file, because it rather caught my imagination.The principle, or possibly thesis, seems to be that a minuscule dose of a toxin administered to a mammal will provoke a

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Illustrated fantasy stories Adventures featuring paintings/images (remind me if I've missed any) Illustrated fantasy stories of a Jungian type Fantasy travels featuring the hermit, his daughter and a dog; and a journey through the Plains of Rubedo the aliens Illustrated fantasy stories in Illinois with blog members included! Kensington on Trent Frogs AGM the 3 sisters' home

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dis-disclaimerWarning!!Commentors real, unreal and imagined (aliases) are likely to find themselves in future stories. If you don't believe it, ask Lord Douchebag, his other half, Paddy O'Table, Pope Terry 1st of Oz, The Dire Tribe ...

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Leg before whippetby AloeVera 7.11The Hippies PlaygroundSince my last trip to meet the Earthlings, when I accidentally landed in the Hippies Playground (), chairentity Number 12 has come over all of a strop and banned such visits to Earth.Clearly this only means literal physical visits, in person or AloeVera as it were, so I've been looking for alternatives.Mexican Shamans and Lord DAfter

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Will there ever be a new story from the one who passeth all understanding or must we forever look at this mouldering story from a doooochbog? Please do not punish us for your hate of the Goog.Thank you, Your Readers et al.

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