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  1. (75 word piece of flash fiction)
    You dive down into the darkest, coldest cavern following the haunting melody. With each note of the tune your flippers push the water back creating a strong current that pushes you forward. Hour, after hour you travel like this, the surreal depths giving no respite, not even a tiny pin prick of light.

    Finally, the small ray of hope keeps growing. You surface near Boleskine House and await further instructions from Master Crowley.

    further information:
    10th April 1912 - Titanic set sail

    Boleskine House is on the banks of Loch Ness and was owned by Aleister Crowley.
  2. Just practicing.

    Running down the immacualtely tended palace lawns towards the sea. My arms outstreched, breathing in time to the sea. First the sea asks to carry me, then the wind sweeps me from my feet. Higher, higher, higher. Up, up and away.

    Off the end of the cliffs I go, the long strong wings beating against the currents. The freedom to go faster and higher. The honk of the swan in excitement - he hasn't been out in a long time... Banking round, we land on the water.
  3. 'Who's this?' I turn round to see Alice looking Merlin up and down. 'He stinks.' She wrinkles her pretty nose.

    'Alice be nice he is a guest. His name is Merlin and we don't understand his language.'

    'Handsome.' She smiles at him. He smile nervously back. Guess he has never seen a girl with green hair before. Then addressing him, 'Come on you look like you need a bath and food. I'll introduce you to Plato. Suspect Uncle Soc wouldn't let me help you have a bath.'

    'Alice no I bloody wouldn't. Your father has entrusted you to me.'

    'It is OK Uncle Soc, wasn't really gonna. You said he didn't speak Hairenese, so just having fun.'

    'He isn't stupid.' She grins and ignores me.

    'Come on big boy.' She says and takes his hand leading him out. Bede the falcon takes a position on Alice's shoulder, Ptolemy the cat arranges himself as a soft boa around Merlin's neck. 'Eww what have you been eating, your breath is terrible.'

    'Alice be nice.' I call after her.
  4. Today after months of every kind of weird and funny battle imaginable. On the back of a truck arrives a reclining chair, a cuddle chair, a sofa that fully reclines and a footstool with a lid (source of marital contention the latter - 'You spent how much on a footstool?').

    They are huge perfect and for first time since moving into the new house the Smith Family can now enjoy their living room. We can sit and watch the wall mounted 15 inch TV (no the family do not require pity or a bigger one) in comfort probably with a glass of pepsi and bag of haribo.

    NCIS, CSI, Bones etc here we come.
  5. She came one night. Quiet stealthily then kazoom. The characters were in a tight bind - no way were they getting out of this spot. No direction from the author, all was falling apart.

    'Shh!' She says, 'I am gonna dress up in disguise and surprise them.' In a blast of blinding rainbow light not unlike a Care Bear stare she appears before the despondant characters. By this time Angus has put his feet up and demanded ginger tea and cake. Socrates and Nate have asked for quiet time in the cleaning closet. Just for something to do they told their author. Gilbert is sitting calmly, patiently.

    'I am Milly Van Silly - tell me your story desires please.'

    Gilbert clears his throat. 'Somehow we need to get everyone to the Queen's base. It needs to be raided tonight. We have no idea how to proceed.'

    'OK gentlemen get ready for the raid.' Said Milly.

    They all stand round the dimminutive fairy. 'Everyone close their eyes now.' She raises her wand saying the magic incantation. 'make story it will happen.' She waves her wand emitting the most beautiful light.

    The gentlemen close their eyes. Upon opening each are upon a steed in the middle of other soldiers - moving forward to the Queen's base. Gilbert says. 'Guess we work the rest out next draft lads.'

    'Woohoo.' Let us move on. Said Angus.

    Poor Milly Van Silly no longer needed dreams of the day she will take centre stage in her own story,