28 Stories from that land that is always visible from the corner of your mind.
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Family It was at our eighteenth birthday party that my twin sister, Caroline, and I were told that we had only been bred for spare parts.
Confessions of a Lab As Chief Lab Technician of Life Test Laboratories, or Monkeys-R-Us, as it was known to its staff, Pete was familiar with death. One of the seldom-proclaimed fringe benefits of the job was that the omnipresent smell of roasting corpses from the incinerator led his staff to being among the thinnest, if not necessarily the fittest, people in the country. No-one ate lunch with the aroma of something you had been talking to yesterday afternoon fresh in your nostrils.
Diary of a Medieval Hooray Witch-burning was always my first love as a young man. Gadzooks, there’s a quality of screaming that only a roasting crone seems able to produce, especially when one’s mood has been enhanced by a fine dinner and a suitable quantity of I find that about half a horse-trough full is usually appropriate