Stories tagged “London”
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The City Is Mostly Bones
He’s hacking through the jungle with something that he thinks was used, once, to cut paper. He’s stepping over the kind of flat, black-soil patch amidst the cracked asphalt that makes him think of mass graves. The vines reach out from lampp...
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What I Did In The War
“What did he mean, about you knowing how dangerous zombies are?” Damn my son had good hearing when he wanted to. “He just meant that I’d lived through the outbreak.” “What about being recalled, why do you have a gun?...
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The Fraudster from London
It was a Tuesday, this London bank, one of the biggest, was full of clients coming to deposit their payroll. A compact crowd occupied the place. Vincent, a new clerk, was trying to get through this herd of wild beasts coming to claim their weekly pay. ...
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The Fraudster from London {2}
Having finished his supper, Vincent Blavet was inspecting this little piece of paper, this insignificant cluster of fibers that people wanted to pass for checks, they wanted to get exorbitant sum of money with this little piece of paper. They really th...
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The Fraudster from London {3}
Vincent was now 41 years old, He had been promoted many times and and become the real leader, the loved one, the semi-god of the bank, he was now the banker. His fraud network was rolling at full steam, but slowly, very slowly, remorse were filling his...
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The Fraudster from London {4}
At the end of the month, remorses and fear had gnawed him to bone marrow. He didn’t go out, didn’t eat, didn’t shave either. He didn’t even answer the door or the phone. His neighbours had started to worry. Then, by a November e...
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Where in the World...
The announcements about changes to spacial geography really struck home on my trip to London. Yeah, I should have listened to the warnings since the trip wasn’t strictly necessary. At least, I’m sure the un-initiated probably think that. Bu...
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In Time
“Oh for crying out loud!” I muttered as I entered the doorway of the Airbus A 380. As usual, I was the last person on the plane. You would think that with a double decked, 800 passenger aircraft, I could at least make it on time. Unfortunat...
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Eyes, Underground
Makeshift machete in hand, some blood still in his body, he moves forward through mud and tile, leaning against the curved corridor wall lined with metal frames and layers of peeled posters showing bright beaches, bright eyes, shiny cars and theater st...
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Hanging Gardens
I have endless regrets now. Scenes from our life together are relentlessly playing in my head. I’m sitting in traffic, hitting every red light — but in my mind, we’re walking through Kensington Gardens hand in hand, and I can smell fl...
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Something Special
From the beginning of James and Candace relationship there would always be a little shout around midnight. On the faithful day when it ended, James stood next to the couch and watched Candace pack her things. Candace turned around to face James, where ...
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The tube
As he sat he glances around him. The usual mundane crowd of London types. His eyes fixed on a middle aged woman almost opposite him. She had a slightly awkward demeanour and wore a threadbare coat made of a woven wool material. Her dark hair was thi...
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The prize
Rustling the bag she had previously crumpled tightly in her hand, she produced a sealed bottle of water. He realized he was staring at her. This wasn’t the done thing on the tube, so he forced himself to look away. When he glanced back, a curi...
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Read In A Cockney Accent, Part 1
First of all, you have to realise something. The three of us are in it for the money, like anyone else. But we never do jobs over a certain size. If some fucking idiot rips off a bank for a cool million, you’d better believe that it’s going...
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Read In A Cockney Accent, Part 2
So what’s the secret to our success? Apart from the fact that I’m a criminal fucking mastermind, the reason we do very well for ourselves in what is otherwise a chaotic underworld is the amount of sleep we get. Not all the time, you silly n...
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Read In A Cockney Accent, Part 3
What you have to understand about crime is that thinking outside the box helps you from getting nicked. I wasn’t born a criminal. I didn’t fall out of my mother’s vagina waving a sawn-off and asking for the doctor’s wallet. You ...
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Read In A Cockney Accent, Part 4
Now, any amount upwards of £50,000 will keep three gentlemen going for a while. We’re not looking for a life of luxury, because if we were, and started living one, then people would start wondering where the cash came from. Most people know that...
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Read In A Cockney Accent, Part 5
If you want to be a criminal, you should dress nicely. Everyone’s suspicious of a kid wearing a hood and holding a baseball bat, because that’s what you expect from a criminal. Dress, talk and act like an ordinary citizen, and before the vi...
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Lost in london day 1
Most people think running away from home is easy, well it’s not you’re leaving everything behind and stepping in to a completely new world. For starters you can stuff getting a councel flat unless you were forced out of your home you’...
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First Impressions
Maryweather Hargrave and Suzetta Lynn Caldwell were the best of friends. They met at etiquette lessons at Madame Louroe’s mansion. Maryweather was born into a noble family. Manners were in her blood. Suzetta on the other hand was brought in by a ...
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The Game is Afoot
“What is it?” “It appears to be a footprint.” “I can see that. Surely you don’t believe it’s genuine?” “I have yet to form a conclusion. I need more data. Please hand me my instruments.” “Here. This has to be a joke of some sort. ...
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I don't want to go to London
He’d call at one, two, sometimes three in the morning, begging me to jump on a plane to London, Hong Kong, sometimes as close as California, all expenses paid of course. And I would, begrudgingly, decline, keep myself wrapped tight in my covers, and ...
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I Still Don't Wanna Go To London
I guess I have to stop being so romantic with you. Why is that? Because I can’t have you fall in love with me. I need to see my woman more often and you never come. And your wife? And my wife? What he did not know was that I loved him already. ...
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London Keep Him, Heaven Help Me
The whole thing left me staring at the ceiling cursing time, distance, his impertinance and inconstancy. However gallant his offers, however magnificent the locale or proffered accomodations, his needs remained paramount. He needed someone there, neede...
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Green Castle Circle
I stand under the dirty brick Victorian façade that hangs over the narrow lane. Blank, greasy windows, like spider eyes stare myopically down, as though the insect city is looking for me. Piles of black plastic rubbish bags litter the tarmac around my...