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Chapter One ‘Hold it!’ the man dressed in the shady clothes with a hood over his head said. The little boy turned around and when he saw him stood still. The shady man walked up to the little boy. ‘Do you want a candy?’ he asked. The boy shook his head profusely. ‘Then give me back my damn disc!’ he yelled. The scared child dumped the disc onto the ground and took off. The pissed off shady man with a hood over his head decided to give chase and easily caught hold of the kid. ‘Aaah! Let me go!!!’ the poor boy yelled. With an evil laugh the man threw him over the fence and into the river. The boy shrieked in shock at the freezing water and quickly waded over to the other side. ‘That will teach you!’ he yelled across to him. The little boy quickly got out and ran away crying. ‘I suppose you’re always like that with children.’ A man behind him said.   ‘Kid got what he deserved’, he replied, turning to him and studying this stranger. ‘Well, are we going to conduct business?’...

He walked past the meadow, into the woods. The birds told him to go there, although he was doubtful. The setting sun coloured the valley walls around him a bright red and he counted one, two, sixty waterfalls. Why this place? He wondered. A swallow flew past and told him to keep going. Walking on he deftly stepped past the broken branches and a few footsteps later, he supposed he reached the place. It was a small burrow in the ground, underneath a huge tree root. Dead leaves covered more than half the entrance and he wondered if he had come to the right place. A little rabbit with dark grey fur peered out. Hello? He said hoping he was not disturbing it. Slowly the rabbit trudged out cautions yet curious. You wanted to hear a story? The rabbit whispered. He nodded his head, bent down and looked into its eyes. I do not remember much; only what my ancestors told me, said the rabbit. Go on. His name no one knows. Perhaps he never had one. But we called him the Hare, for that was what he wa...

Good morning, he thought. Sparrow was staring at him through the window, ignorant of his need for privacy. He, immodest, blushed then chuckled then said and waved hi. Getting out of bed was the easy part getting ready for work not since getting ready for work required more work which required more work. Were mundane things worth noting? It depends; mundane descriptions of eating sleeping working shitting were priceless to the prying observer a thousand years in the future yet to us now they are redundant and useless. So the bus arrives early and he notes that happily but with a twinge of sadness knowing that that would not always be the case. Sometimes, Dog weeps and for no good reason. There might be one, but unless he so inclines to tell us we can safely say we don't know. Tears on Dog are odd indeed, and while the rest of us puzzle only the poets and scientists try to find an answer. Both start from different points but almost inevitably reach the same conclusion. Click click g...

In a moment of randomness, our lecturer asked us to write a story about 666, Armageddon and how we're gonna get tracked by all sorts of devices (most probably a microchip). I thought that to write such a story would be nonsense and not worth my time (even if it's worth Tim Lahaye's). Hence, I wrote something just as corny, albeit more sensible. __________________________ The Acceptance of Advancement David was woken by the sound of his phone ringing. He thought he had turned it off. It was 3 am in the morning. It was work. “Yeah…” he said in a daze. “We have a situation.” The voice over the phone said. It was unprecedented, but David somehow knew this would happen. It was 2 years since the implementation of RFID chips as an alternative method of cash transaction. The chip would usually be inserted into the left arm of the person. With it, money could be stored, along with the individual’s identity, passport numbers. It also functioned as a credit card. The ...