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FFM July 31 - IsabellaRich girl marrying pauper boy. It made all the newspapers too. She forgot the day afterwards; saw herself in her white princess dress on the photos, a smiling stranger. No smiles now.FFM July 31 - Isabella
She was supposed to be perfect. She'd finally found a good use for all that undeserved money. She hadn't realized he only wanted it, not her. Her perfect man took her pride, and turned it into shame.
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Her bike crushed a snail with a sad crunch. The strength of its shell was illusionary, like it is with all shells. The doctor had looked at her hopelessly.
“I can't. They'll take my licence away. It's ille
FFM July 30 - King of Poisons“With humans” the android drawled “it's so easy to know if they're children or not.”FFM July 30 - King of Poisons
Speck shifted slightly, staring at the machine. It (in the form of a man) wore a cowboy hat, a purple vest with stuffed shoulders and too much sparkle, tight pants in the same colour that widened towards the end, where high-heeled, spurred boots peeked out. Speck supposed some girls just went for that.
“Human children are smaller than adults, it's as easy as that. You're born tiny little screaming piss and shit factories, and then you begin growing up excruciatingly slowly. And you're dumb, dumb as hell the f
FFM July 29 - NostalgiaThe old man beamed with pride as his grandson began. The grandfather’s hands were big and dry, still strong even if lined with more life than a fortune-teller would have time to decipher. His eyes were hidden in folds of wrinkles, peeking behind a pair of glasses that got thicker every year. He didn’t want laser surgery or lenses, he said, his glasses gave him an air of dignity.FFM July 29 - Nostalgia
It was funny, the old man thought as he watched the little boy go through the preparations (painstakingly, slowly, but just as he had shown him), how much stock you can put to something that is just a hobby. He supposed it became more than a hob
FFM July 28 - Cosmic RaysThis is sadly one of those stories that no-one would believe even if I’d tell it, so I don’t really know why I do it now. I guess it’s also one of those stories that sort of need to be told. See, either I’m going crazy, or we aren’t alone out here.FFM July 28 - Cosmic Rays
Okay, okay. Get the tinfoil hats. While you put them on, I’ll just get started. It all began at the university, behind the building where they have all the physics and science departments…you know, all those guys. Anyway they had put up a cosmic ray detector – don’t ask me how it works, I’m not a physicist – which sort of picked up
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Thank you for remembering me though.
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I am many months late, but I plan on reading your flash fics. ^__^
Then I saw that you hadn't updated in a while and was worried.
Ish all good though.
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