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My magical metaphorical menagerie Spot bang in the centre of my chest, a rat king resides. It has been inside me for a long time, forever, maybe even before I was born. It sits to the right of my heart, with its multiple tangled tails knotted around my spine. If you look at me naked or in a swimsuit, you can see where the tails are it is a stiff swelling, an unmovable block of muscle in the middle of my back. It is there in my chest, just behind my solar plexus, heavy and unmoving. Don’t look at me like that! We cohabit just fine! It is ther...
Submitted to Contest #263
Guess who I am if you dare? I am famous, famous for how efficiently I managed to bar the entrance to a coveted historical place. I am, in other words, The Bouncer of Greek mythology. No, I am not Cerberus… Cerberus, bless his brawny shoulders, wasn’t really a bouncer… Cerberus stood by Hades’ side, he growled and looked scary, and helped his master herd unruly souls into hell. Cerberus was a glorified sheep dog who unlike me never had any brains… just muscle. He obeyed orders efficiently and swiftly, but he never thought any strate...
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Just get me to the church on time…EDWARD“Edward, says Father, you can’t go to France today. You need to spray the fields in Lower Farm. The conditions are perfect.”Edward looks up from the paper he was reading as he was eating breakfast and looks out of the window. Father is right, the sky is blue and cloud free, it looks like there is almost no wind. The April of 1974 has been particularly cold and damp, and in truth, a day like this couldn’t be wasted. He really ought to postpone his trip to France by a day. Surely it couldn’t be that...
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