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Week 258 – Sammy Being Low, Unintentional Confessions And Extradition For Privileged Bastards.

Before we start one mention about horror writing – we don’t need horror fiction when we watch the Auschwitz Liberation Anniversary.

We send our deepest respects.

I just found out this week that my favourite Queen song (Spread Your Wings) was written by John Deacon. I’ve no problem with that, I simply hadn’t noticed and had assumed that the legend that was Freddie Mercury had written it. In a past life I used to write a lot of poetry and whilst doing some research, I found out that Freddie had recorded under the name Larry Lurex. His brilliant extravagance was evident very early on!!

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Week 255 – Religious Aardvarks, Artichokes And Toasting Toasts

Well hello there Chinas!! (A nod to Rikki Fulton. He always deserves a mention at this time of year.)

Here we are at the first Saturday posting of 2020 with Week 255.

It’s great to be back.

All the best to all of you for the coming year.

Both me and Diane behaved ourselves over the festivities but unfortunately we had to arrange some bail for Nik.

He had an unfortunate incident with a Twin-Tub and an Aardvark.

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The Quillemender and the Authoress: A Feeble Fable of the Fantasmagorical by Leila Allison  

Ha! Versatur Circa Quid! Has any fable (feeble or otherwise) been told in the first person? Methinks not. For those of you unlucky enough to be unacquainted with my humble works of genius, behold the vainglorious splendor of, I, Judge Jasper P. Montague, contentedly, fruitfully, and most certainly deceased. The unwashed refer to me as a common household poltergeist, but, in fact, I am a Quillemender.

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A Dreamt Preface for a Reading at Nahant Library by Tom Sheehan

(“Please come to read for us from your new book.”)

I want to let the audience enter the cubicle where the work came from. This is what I’ll tell them:

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Week 247 – Rotting Grandparents, We!r.d/Punctu,atio#n And Ironic Mobile Users.

Halloween was this week and we are spending more and more trying to scare kids.

You don’t need automated garden ornaments of monsters or copious amounts of fake blood to terrify them. You could just get hold of their ‘FaceshitTwitterpishInstabollocks’ contact list and un-friend them with a short message saying –

‘We’ve all seen the photo.’

LOL / GTF / BOCB

Or whatever abbreviation is hip and happening that particular week.

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Literally Reruns – The Artists’ Gallery Rerun

Well, this is something different. Leila has unearthed our store of images. Not those ones that Hugh hid in the corner for when he wants to stick pins in politicians – No, the ones scattered through the stacks. This is what she said:

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Literally Reruns – Skink, The Town Drunk by Tom Sheehan

This week’s Rerun showcases one of our most prolific authors. Anyone who has followed the site cannot fail to have been impressed by the stories of Tom Sheehan. Leila had a root around in his storage area and came out with this one. This is what she said:

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Week 227 – More Romance, A Saturday Special And Number 77.

Well another week has come and gone in the usual seven days.

We have been inundated with submissions but not many success stories. Only one about a guy who won an even money shot at the dogs. He loved the dog in an inappropriate way. The dog died. It was one of the more acceptable romances. It was called, ‘I Need To Stop And Walk Round To Give You A Kiss.’

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