Extras Wanted

When he had first read the newspaper advert, he’d been all for it. Sure, it was only a role for drive-on extras, but you never know where these things might lead. For all he knew he could have ended up as the next Optimus Prime – complete with shiny new paint job and Megan Fox draped […]

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Captain Boris Picklefox

The sirens wailed. “Thirty seconds until self destruct.” Captain Boris Picklefox stared, wide-eyed, at the blinking console. He knew that he knew which button to press in precisely this situation; he’d been shown at the start of his first week in charge of the Galactic Cruiser and every second Wednesday since. He extended an arm […]

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The invitation had said 3pm. Paul arrived at 2.Three hours later, and with barely a spark, Kevin was sweating. The plan was to light it, make sure the coals were white hot (he’d read that somewhere) and then begin cooking. By the time people arrived, he’d be half way through the cook. This would, Kev thought, have […]

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Stone the crows

“I wish I was immortalised in stone,” mused Henry. Chris pondered this strange statement from his friend. He’d heard some odd waffle from his companion over the course of 67 years, but this was right up there. “But you wouldn’t be able to move,” he offered. “You’d be encased in granite or marble, or limestone. […]

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Your mum

– Tap the icon. Yes. – No, not that one. The other one. The one with the camera. – Have you got it? – Ok, yes. The camera icon. – Icon. – Eye. Con. – It’s a graphic. An image. A little square. It represents the app. – Yes. – Yes, an app. – An […]

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