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  • Quicksand Thieves
    gone On one such occasion we were sitting around telling tall stories to each other when three shaggy mole like creatures almost as tall as me waddled in and started gathering up armloads of merchandise Tover and I asked them if we could help them but they deliberately ignored us Paf the Senopian anxiously approached them asking in his high whistling voice if they wanted anything in particular One of the ratty mole creatures peered menacingly sideways at him with squinty little eyes and sneered We take They were on a shoplifting spree Paf suddenly became even more jittery than normal Tover growled and moved heavily on her stumpy legs toward the mole guys but Paf barred her way with one of his fragile stick thin arms Wik and Wok had also started drifting over but stopped when Paf gave them a frightened meaningful look I don t know what the Durls were thinking A strong sneeze could blow them away Paf began talking excitedly whistling higher than normal Yes take what you please Most welcome No trouble All the while he kept an eye on us motioning for us to stay back away from these surly characters They didn t stay long left carrying as much stuff as they could get their arms around As they waddled out it sounded like they were making croaky snickering sounds The four of us turned to Paf and started to demand what was going on but he waved his arms and hissed us quiet Get water Lots of water And do not walk where they walked or touch anything they touched Quick Quick Now As we drenched the entry area in buckets of water and washed down anything they d touched Paf put a call in to the local cops and sent pictures of the thieves All I caught of his feverish monologue was a word that translated from Universal as quicksand After he got off the call he seemed a little less jumpy and we insisted on being told what had just happened He said he would explain but pleaded for us to douse each other and him in water first though the Durls were exempt as floating around they hadn t touched anything When we were all dripping wet Paf told us that he d noticed tiny silvery flecks in the footprints of the mole thieves and on some things they d touched They were infected He used the quicksand word again Puzzled I asked what he meant I knew he must mean something other than sand suspended in upwelling water He explained that it was an almost alive silicon substance that somehow transmutes other elements to silicon and hydrogen without releasing large amounts of energy It would continue eating through anything it contacted creating more of itself until it encountered something that blocked the chain reaction There are a few materials that can slow or stop it Water is the commonest The quicksand would eventually kill the thieves but

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  • The Party
    They wandered away together My friend in red beamed at me Well thank you I don t drink and intoxicated people can be a little awkward sometimes I smiled back Neither do I and yes I know exactly what you mean Suddenly I realised how captivating she was She wore no makeup allowing the charm of her freckles to show Her short hair was a soft brown Her smile was luminous I had initially thought her quite young but seeing her more clearly now I noticed the small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth which put her age closer to my own making me feel more relaxed in her presence She suddenly looked puzzled If you don t get intoxicated why are you at the party Ah yes That s what I ve been trying to talk to you about But once again a mass of people separated us They flooded into the serving area dancing and laughing and I lost sight of her as the surge of people shifted and pushed I found her again several times during the evening and chatted more with her Her name was Cora I had gradually given up on the idea of finding out where I was or of meeting with my physicist friend today I simply enjoyed her company Each time I met her I was struck even more by how she was an island of calm in this addled rabble When she was not nearby I watched the party I d never seen a party like this before There were peacocks strutting about and the parrots I d seen earlier would fly down to raid the food plates and return to the chandeliers There were also two baby elephants who I felt sorry for as they seemed quite bewildered and stayed close to each other the whole time Some small monkeys appeared to be having a better time A couple of young wombats spent most of the time gleefully playing with anybody who would notice them running in wide circles like small fast bulldozers More than one person tripped over them during the night And there were the two large dogs who drifted like regal ghosts through the crowd Of all the people there only Cora spoke to me Most were scantily dressed but that wasn t unusual in a hot climate with a pool nearby Their clothes had an odd style and many bore decorative patterns that diffracted light into colors the way CDs or the feathers of some birds do I woke up the next morning seated at a picnic table with my head on my arms in the Caloundra botanic gardens I had no memory of how I got there and figured that someone must have spiked my water during the evening I was stiff damp with dew cold and hungry The early morning mist had begun to lift and the birds were doing their dawn chorus thing I checked my pockets and sighed with

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  • Ward
    the other side of the room is a simple single bed a dog bed next to it and shoulder high up the wall a small platform with bird feeder and a short piece of hollow log for Sid s bedroom Meg sits at her computer and presses the shift key on the keyboard The screen comes on She picks up an earphone microphone and puts it on her ear Sid hops down to the table picks up a pencil and proudly strides ocross the bench with it Kat goes to her bed on the other side of the room and plonks down on it A couple of clicks of the mouse and Meg sits waiting for a response MEG Hi I was expecting a package to be delivered to Yep While she is waiting she turns to check where Kat is When their eyes meet Kat s tail gives a few thumps Meg turns back to the computer MEG Yes I was expecting a delivery No the Post Office pause Oh Well I ll re order door to door A few months Wow Okay don t worry I ll drive down and pick one up Thanks anyway A click of the mouse and the call is ended She takes the earphone from her ear and puts it on the bench then sits there silently for several seconds thinking Sid struts across the bench before her stops puts his head on one side and looks at her MEG Amazing huh Civilisation comes crashing down and I don t even notice Need to find out more about this eh Sid starts tapping on the keyboard Good to see that Google survived Ummm let s try the simple and obvious first plague pause then mumbling The usual on the black plague okay here we are End of the world plague Sleeping death a new plague Sleeping death plague hits Let s see She skims a few pages MEG Hmmm just speculation Not much in the way of info Sid croaks MEG Another tack you think I reckon you might be right Sid Let s call Doctor Philips She puts the earphone on her ear again clicks the mouse a couple of times and waits while the other end of the line rings MEG Lewis Is Martha there Oh I m sorry I don t know what to say I only just heard about it I uh I m sorry to bother you I ll talk to you later Breaks the connection Tries another call MEG Frieda I just found out about the plague thing Are you and Jim alright Good Do you know anything about it Can I come around and talk with you about it Thanks Be there in ten minutes Bye She drops the earphone on the bench gets to her feet Goes to the small kitchen slides open a lid set into the end of the benchtop reaches in and pulls out a few scraps of meat She throws one piece to Sid who catches it throws a larger piece to Kat who catches it then drops the rest in the bird feeder She returns to the kitchen washes her hands dries them on her jeans while re entering the main room and heads for the front door MEG beckons to Kat Let s go Kat Sid you stay 2 EXT FRIEDA S AND JIM S HOUSE Day 1 FRIEDA and JIM s house is fairly conventional built on a concrete slab weatherboard walls corrugated iron roof with large white rainwater tank at a rear corner The loation is at the top of a small hill looking out onto a pretty unpopulated valley There are a few trees nearby but not the deep bush that Meg lives in It looks like it was originally cleared pastureland with a few trees and shrubs replanted A neat flower garden extends around the house Meg has just let Kat out of her car and FRIEDA has come out of her house and squats to greet Kat FRIEDA vigorously patting Kat Kat How are you girl MEG imitating a dog voice like Astro in the Jetsons Grrreat I brought my human around to see ya FRIEDA chuckling stands up How are you Meg They start walking toward Frieda s house MEG Not dead yet What can you tell me about this plague FRIEDA Hi Frieda how s it going How s Jim looks briefly at Meg and sighs Not much to be said about the plague unfortunately Most of the people who might have told me anything died when it hit I ve spoken to a couple of pathologist friends who are working on it but as far as I know nobody has isolated any virus bacterium protozoan fungus or chemical that could be responsible MEG Stroke right How does that happen to thousands of people all at once FRIEDA Probably hundreds of millions of people And I don t understand how they could all have strokes on the same night They enter the house It is clean and tidy inside MEG The first thing that springs to mind is an infection right But it sounds kind of impossible It has to spread over the whole planet billions of people which could take weeks then pow in one night it suddenly decides to kill FRIEDA And each following night though in dramatically smaller numbers each time I expect only a tiny number will die tonight They sit on the lounge MEG Not much consolation for those who die FRIEDA Mmm It looks like it will be harmless in a week or so We have to face the possibility that we might never find out what the cause is MEG If it s an infection of some kind it could mutate and come back worse We still need to find out what s responsible FRIEDA Yes That s the general consensus MEG Why does it hit some people and not others What do the victims

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  • Seeking Reason
    Miriam English my NaNoWriMo 2009 attempt Contents 01 awakening 3010 words 4 5 pages 02 toy 3420 words 6 5 pages 03 night 3165 words 5 5 pages Back to

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  • Critically Damaged - Miriam English
    can take years to create an intricate masterwork When it is done what is its value And who can say I ve begun 1 prologue 1 398 words only about 3 pages 2 the beginning 3 the picture 4 hanging

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  • Closed Curve - Miriam English
    My hair was grey no longer red the color bled out by the illness Perhaps you hadn t recognised me After that I watched and followed I didn t intend to at first I was just trying build up the nerve to introduce myself The longer I dragged it out the more nervous I became and the more I put it off It took its toll on me I couldn t work out why you hadn t sought me out Bitterness started to take hold the shadows of my mind working to dampen the flame of love That s what I hate the most now in retrospect How could I have let that happen That s the most unforgivable thing No That s the second to most unforgivable thing The worst was when we finally met I had planned it for days down to the finest detail Every Wednesday you would spend some time in the mall and pause at the food court for a small bowl of fruit salad You would sit at the same table near the corner of the court with tall plants behind you and to your left and the fountain to your right It offered you a measure of privacy For me it offered a way to approach you and gain your full attention So I did I wandered by casually feigning surprise at seeing you and speaking your name Adele Gosh it has been years You looked confused and didn t seem to recognise me I helped by giving my name That was when I knew it was an act There was absolutely no chance that you would forget my name our past together My mouth went dry In all my preparations this was the one thing I d overlooked deliberate deception Suddenly I felt dizzy and had to sit on the edge of the fountain I felt as if I was falling You got up and hurried past me to the shop saying that you d get me a drink of water but I knew it was actually to call security Clearly there was no place for me in your future You d left your bag on your table and as you got up I noticed a glass sphere roll out toward me I stopped it thinking to put it back As I picked it up I noticed lettering inside it that read I am yours now I blinked and the letters now said She betrayed you My mouth dropped open This couldn t be The text was now I made her rich and as I watched the letters shimmered and reformed I must be passed on then but she wouldn t and it repeated I m yours now I turned to look at you returning from the shop with a plastic cup of water Then I looked at the sphere again She s called security then in big letters RUN I should have left right then but I was too astounded My

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  • Invade - by Miriam English - NaNoWriMo 2006
    beginning 14kB 2 685 words 4 pages in which Angie is introduced and bad things start to happen 02 taking flight 9kB 1 650 words 3 pages in which Greg is introduced and more bad things happen 03 walking Angie

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  • Out at Night
    t scare me I tried to calm myself with the fib Bob gave that huhh huhh huhh whispered laugh that dogs do when amused Okay you did Normally I wouldn t be worried I ve walked this road lots but I m just a little jumpy tonight He walked past me and said Road gooder here Walk here So I followed him to the other side of the road He was right It was gravel but without the many holes of the remaining tar surface He walked alongside me It was comforting It had been some years since I had a doggie friend You live around here Bob Yeh He looked to his right Hill hill bridge hill Wow He must be kilometers from home How come you re so far from home He wuffed gently and wagged his tail Not far This home Not sure I understood that so tried a different tack What brings you here He looked up at me with an odd expression and answered Feet Me walk I keep forgetting dogs problems with speech The SilverTongue can do some of the work but the dog brain just has no place for many concepts I mean why are you here He wuffed again and wagged that bushy tail Me walk Like to walk Few nights walk Night night night Walk here here See smell listen Nice He looked ahead Hill he looked left hill hill he cast a look back over his shoulder hill long valley hill he looked right hill hill river hill hill All home Me home He looked up at me and gave a doggie grin tongue lolling I smiled back Did he just say he felt he owned about a hundred square kilometers Maybe dogs have a different kind of ownership He

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