Ever had trouble getting someone to peruse your work? Suddenly, they’re all busy.
Nathan braced. He clutched the handle and yanked it clockwise. No joy. He wrenched it anti-clockwise. Still no success. ‘It’s locked. Who locked it?’
‘Who do ya think? The stinker who put me in here,’ Walter shrieked. ‘Can’t you ram it or something?’
Oh, dear! It’s doing in my head,
The old computer is dead.
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Lovers in the morgue, what next? Shaking his head in disapproval, Nathan changed direction and marched to the old morgue.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (39)"
I have a story…
Would you like to read it?
After weeks without a proper wash (the centipede-infested one at Kata Tjuta didn’t count), we stank. As he showered, family friend, TR told one bloke waiting for him to finish, that he had not showered for one-and-a-half weeks. The man left the block without showering.Read more "Don’t Mind the Neighbours…"
Nathan pushed open the back door and stepped into the laundry.
What’s happening in Walter’s house? Why are the lights off?
He ran his fingers along the door post and finding the tab, switched the light on. Light flooded the hallway. Nathan blinked, his eyes adjusting to the intensity of the hundred-watt globe.
He moved into the kitchen. He fumbled for the switch. Finding it, he flicked on the kitchen light.
The place was empty. No human life, only the essential pieces of furniture, a table and chairs standing guard for the next invasion of humans. What’s going on with this Walter? How did he grow those wings? How did his hand grow into a gun?