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The Ministry of Occult appreciates your cooperation. We also support our Post-Human Resources on the NHS, just go to Eastbourne for proof of that
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Poor Taine has to deal with Immortality tax law in the next book Being 17 forever comes with some decided downsides... such as not being able to get into nightclubs, ever again.
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I had a tinsey bit of a week When I wrote this, dealing with the NHS... so i think my frustration resulted in comedy...
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Because of course the Warwichshire Police have an Occult division, and form D45C
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Chapter Nine: Health, Safety, and Hellfire The Hartley kitchen had become a war room in truth now, maps and plans spread across every available surface, the detritus of Mrs. Hartley's constant tea-making forming a perimeter of mugs around the edges. Taine stood at the head of the table, pointing at a marked location on the map with the focused intensity of a general planning an invasion. “It’s the pendant,” Lynix explained to Matt for the umpteenth time. “It’s creating a bub
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Mr. Hartley is a right-wing, Conservative/Reform UK politician. He has spent his entire career complaining about unions and strikes ruining the British economy. Now, he has paid a fortune for a luxury tropical holiday, and he cannot get a frozen margarita or a working golf cart because of a literal monster trade union strike. Watching a Tory politician try to apply 1980s Thatcher-era union-busting tactics to a horde of Gremlins who eat engine blocks is comedic gold. "I don't care about your collective bargaining rights regarding fiber-optic cables in Hell! I want the air conditioning turned back on in my cabana!"
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Victor is cramped, annoyed, and completely unhelpful from inside the bag. He treats this like a minor inconvenience rather than a covert smuggling operation. Victor (muffled, gravelly voice from inside the canvas): "Arthur, it smells like duty-free Toblerone and despair out there. Tell them I have frequent flyer miles. I want the extra legroom." Brenda (staring at the bag): "Did your bag just ask for extra legroom?" Mothman (panicking, sweating moth-dust): "It's a Furby! A vintage, highly advanced, gravelly-voiced Furby! Very rare!" Victor: "I am not riding in the hold, Arthur. It's unheated. It's bad for my joints. I'll chip."
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I am thinking that this is the winning idea so far... Charlie vs the Gremlin Union: local 666 Though the idea of the ants is tempting, perhaps in a follow up story. Now how to write a Mothman trying to get through Heathrow trying to declare his Gargoyle partner as carry on baggage.
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a sneak peak of tomorrow:
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Something that profitable, of course the corporation will. Season two needs more explosions though... and maybe a confession booth.
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Davis was all about the show. Justin kicked his ass.... off screen because I don't think we needed to see Justin beating a middle aged history teacher with a tire iron on page... just know that it was satisfying.
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There we go, NOW it's complete Now, please review, recommend if you want to (hit the little medal button next to where the smiley faces are at the end of a chapter. It's black with a white medal... you know the one... push it... I dare you. Thank you for reading, this one was a bit of a dark one, but I hope thought provoking. oh and: good morning
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Chapter 21: The Bait and The Hook The Miller Grain Silo was a cathedral of rust and regret. Sunlight, thick and heavy with a billion swirling dust motes, stabbed through the corroded holes in the corrugated steel roof, illuminating the vast, cavernous interior where Justin Miller stood alone. Each beam was a solid, golden pillar in the gloom, highlighting the skeletal remains of conveyor belts and the ghostly outlines of faded safety warnings on the walls. The air was a dr
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Primarily looking for ideas at this stage, pre-planning stage for the next bit of writing. Trying to explore the Genre and see where I can go with it.
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Now I have to ... hmmm
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Now where might they get a couple of extra pairs of hands, that might or might not be completely overlooked by the audience. :: whistles and kicks the can along:
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I long ago learned not to discount what ticks another person's yum. So you never know, might be right up their alley... certainly Charlie as a thing for Doughy Septuagenarian academics... And Lynix enjoys the unconventional... Matt and Simon their a bit Matt/Simon-sexual at the moment, only eyes for each other.
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Not in that way, dirty minds... No... I need an idea for a Cryptid, something fun, unique and intriguing. Give my an idea and I will see what I can do with it. I have done Little shop of Horrors recently so plant based was entertaining.
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For me it is surgery on my jaw, which had me wheeling about and careening halfway across the country to some Really lovely nurses who took lovely care of me, got me x-rayed, set and ready. But they need a specialist to come in... meaning surgery is postpoined till that Specialist is available. Which is something I love about the British NHS, the people IN it are sweethearts. It's the mismanagement that is killing it, not the people working hard to get things done.
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Good point. Cecil (who you will meet in a future book) has very strong opinions on who should date whom, and the Great Lord of Darkness will not be denied. Unless it's Mister Binkie, in which case, Mr. Binkie is free to make his own choices. *SQUEAK*
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Tyler and Charlie are very much not into each other, to the point of actively disliking the idea. So no, no throuple. Still, this mess will take a couple of books to sort out.
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Charlie is very much into his Tweed-adjacent quasi Boyfriend type thing in his old body. and with the pink mist turning the hormones up to 11, they're in sticky trouble.
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special delivery hah
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Chapter Eight: The Resistance Dawn broke over Leamington Spa like a bad hangover—reluctant, grey, and deeply apologetic. Taine had been awake for hours. He'd watched the pink dome glow through his window all night, imagining Tyler on the other side of it, trapped with a goddess who wanted him for breeding stock. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tyler's face in that last moment—desperate, afraid, but still shouting for Taine to save the others. He'd fi
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Depends if they have learned, and taken steps or not. Gotta keep some edge to the story
