Two-thousand Word Terrors
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“Dead Water” by RJ Meldrum 

“Lil, do you fancy cockling this afternoon?” asked Jack. “It’s a nice enough day for it.” “You dirty sod. Asking me that in front of

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Two-thousand Word Terrors
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“Celeste” by Kurt Newton 

It began simply enough. I’d just moved into a nice rental in the suburbs: a large bedroom in an old Victorian, with kitchen and laundry

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