Category Archives: Neology

On the lookout for an old high

“We got another one.” Detective Beck sighed. Of course there was another one. There was always another one. This thing was out of control, and all her knucklehead colleagues could think of was the extra overtime. “On it, Chief.” Her … Continue reading

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Scratching an Itch

She said she had A Moonest Proposal. I said it made no sense. She said it would after she’d explained it. Apparently, one of my numerous sexual conquests had let slip that I was fond of, shall we say, ‘frolicking … Continue reading

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Hounslow: Part XVII – Machination

As if she had learned the spiel by rote, Ramla rolled out a technical explanation of the facilities. Shani would almost furtively add the odd word sentence to elaborate on her sister’s discourse, but would otherwise remain still while Ramla … Continue reading

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Hounslow: Part XII – Checks

Most heartbreaking of all the sights on the way to the Dais entry points were those of families taking a no-doubt exorbitantly-expensive trip inside. The look of jubilant excitement on the kids’ faces, the sheer pride emanating from the parents, … Continue reading

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Hounslow: Part XI – Brittle

Black, blue, dark red, splashes of burgundy… These were Myung-Bo’s favourite tights, featuring almost all her favourite colours. They were not as garish as those worn by the majority of young women in the local area, but then she was … Continue reading

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Hounslow: Part IX – Fear

October has a smell all its own… WHUMP. Bromley awoke to find Henry Dench slapping at his face concernedly. This concern was slightly underminded by the fact that the man was chuckling as he did so. “Alright, alright, I’m up, … Continue reading

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Hounslow: Part VIII – Pleasantries

Which was more disgusting; the presence of utter slimeball and Spozi operative Josef Copithorne, or the stuffed animal he was waving around with evident pride? Bromley had spotted the odious sight on his return to the bar, and couldn’t hide … Continue reading

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