164. Jeremy was currently gliding down the ice rink, ice shavings showering up from beneath the ice skates, leaving a twin pair of claw...

160. Missy knocked on Suzi’s door. ‘Come in,’ said the machine. Suzi currently had a charger plugged between her shoulder blades,...

156. Lyuba had to repeatedly yank her wellington boots out of the mud, stomping towards to the rickety shack, with a saddle shaped roof,...

153. Lady Rothschild was in the attic searching the cardboard boxes for a handsaw. A dim lightbulb swung overhead, and the air was filled...

139. Charlie Brittleson won the lottery. Specifically he won $400. He stared at the ticket in his hand. There was silver scratch-dust...

130. ‘Wake up.’ Said Suzi. Bill felt the bucket of water hit his face, he woke up, spitting and choking on water. He was handcuffed to a...

125. Jeremy had been given, a cape of tin foil as if he was the survivor of a natural disaster in shock, and a mug of green tea had been...

122. Bill felt the needle of the tattoo stab his ass cheek rapid fire, like a man-eating woodpecker. He had bit a leather strap, to stop...

1. Some idiot let the Andys out of the lab.  They were never-sleeping, always-sleeping, omniscient fuckwits but could only enter your...