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The Old Argument (SHORT STORY)Baron Von Breakbeat smiled lazily.
"The wonderful thing about being incredibly handsome and frightfully witty is that I can never truly be described as "Evil". Even at their most viciously virulent, the cloying public can only think to crown me a "Byronic Hero", and that hardly hurts my heart! Any good act I perform gets blow up like a bomb, while all my naughty misdemeanors are silently swept under the rug of self-delusion, or else hopelessly romanticised by my blind and ardent worshippers. Really, I can do no wrong...it's impossible."
He leant back upon the silken chaise longue, regarding his visitor complacently.
"You, however..." he s
Mary Sue and The Evil Villain (SHORT STORY)"You'd better look sharp Skargo old chap, or you'll miss your epic scene!"
Lightning raged across the stormy sky, thunder crashed, the earth shook and flailing rain ripped down in lashing torrents. Skargo struggled against the whistling winds, desperately trying to reach the cliff's summit before nature's atmospheric choir abated.
"Skargo you old fool, you should have set off earlier! This is no good, no good at all!"
The rain began to ease, the thunder lost its edge, a ray of sunshine peaked out cheekily from fading clouds. Skargo shook his fist in annoyance. For fourteen years he'd been playing the villain, and very successfully too, but
A Scrap of Story.Augustus, Rake, Top-Hole and Cad-Fish sat in The Rich Assailant's Club. It had been a quiet night and they had reached a point of mild joviality. Cad-Fish sat plumply, adjusting his white silk neckerchief with fumbling deliberation, squinting short-sightedly through his pince-nez. The breast pocket of his exquisite rumpled suit was crammed to capacity with no fewer than five handkerchiefs, all of clashing shades. He selected one at random with a flourish, and began dabbing the end of his rouged nose with great tenderness and care.
"I say" he wheezed at Top-Hole "This is rather first-class, most enjoyable."
Top-Hole nodded vigorously in agre
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
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