Some time back I had a six on the main site call Lost Soul. I had an email from Greg Baker asking if he could use the story to compile a 6 picture story board as part of his studies. Since the stories I write are purely for my enjoyment I had no objection.
Well he's done it, and kindly sent me a link so I could view it (and he allowed me to post it here). A six picture story for a six sentencer, what a good idea !
Here it is:…
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Added by Bob Clay on December 1, 2009 at 5:22pm —
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(This isn't part of the six sentences ok ... it's a statement of the rules:
Rule 1: There aint no fucking rules.
Rule 2: Goto to Rule 1)
OK, here we go:
1: To stand next to Napoleon at about teatime on the day of Waterloo, nudge him in the ribs and say: “If I were you, I'd fuck off about now.”
2: To take Kim Basinger out for a fish supper and a couple of pints and then spend a night under a duvet laughing and giggling.
3: To watch a Saturn V lift off for the Moon.
4: To climb the North Face…
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Added by Bob Clay on November 21, 2009 at 7:00pm —
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On the hundredth day of his walk, Kaylan awoke from a fitful sleep to see a burning city in the sky. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, thinking he might clear the leftover cobwebs of a dream, but the city still burned. He got up off the hard surface of the escarpment and stamped his feet against the cold, then he looked up. The city was still there.
It was thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of metres above him, an enormous rectangle with four great towers climbing up from each corner, not…
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Added by Bob Clay on November 15, 2009 at 4:47am —
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“What future we do have ?” she asked, with eyes that you could fall into a thousand times over, and still leave room for a heaven, and a hell.
“We don't,” I told her, feeling my heart turn into a stone. “We're too different, for us there is only sadness and heartbreak.”
“Then I'll take it,” she said with voice that sounded like a distant cry of distress. “I will have no life without you.”
“I know, “ I answered as I leaned forward to kiss her, my canine teeth extending as my lips moved near to…
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Added by Bob Clay on November 14, 2009 at 5:26pm —
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Deathbed.
Final thoughts.
Did I do anything ?
Does it matter ?
Fuck it, time's up.
Game over.
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Added by Bob Clay on November 13, 2009 at 5:57pm —
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Chief Inspector Reficul Natas had spent three days investigating the murder, before he gathered all seven suspects into the drawing room of that old Tudor mansion buried out in one of those forgotten rural Oxfordshire backwaters that had somehow managed to fall off the map.
There was a young couple, an elderly couple, the compulsory teenage girl and a couple of grumpy old men, a fairly typical bunch for a mansion murder.
“This is a bit of a cliché isn't it Inspector, gathering us all in the dr…
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Added by Bob Clay on November 6, 2009 at 3:51pm —
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November: where did all this bloody rain come from ?
November: the year is feeling its age, and creaking at the months.
November: the sun peers over the horizon for a quick look, is not impressed, and rolls back.
November: the Atlantic has turned into a giant railway with a train of stormy depressions trundling toward us.
November: the trees have lost their overcoats, which now lie on lawns and under hedges after their golden days of glory.
November: ah well ... at least it's Christmas next…
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Added by Bob Clay on November 4, 2009 at 4:00pm —
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I asked her what she felt about me, and she replied; “I'm intrigued.”
Intrigued ? … is that good or bad ?
I'm tending toward the bad because what I wanted was a fire-eyed blistering bout of soul searing, life consuming passion, I wanted her to crawl all over me like a hungry anaconda, crushing the ordinariness of my life out of existence, I wanted all that and more … but intrigued ?
So I turned away and walked toward the lift, as the doors closed I could see her still standing there, watching…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 31, 2009 at 5:30pm —
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I gotta tell ya folks, I'm a rational, science orientated, non-superstitious cynic. I don't believe in ghosts, demons, hob-goblins, vampires or any of that shit.
So when the kids knocked my door I opened it with the intention of seeing them all off with their respective pointed tails between their legs, “Hah,” I shouted, “what a collection of dumb jessies … dressed up as the devil, witches, demons ….. is that supposed to scare me ?”
They all looked pretty sheepish and I laughed, but then I saw…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 30, 2009 at 5:17pm —
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I like the sound of rain pattering on the roof, it's a soothing sound that washes the soul, the background music of the sky.
But then I've always liked rain and long ago when someone told me rain was god crying I never believed it, then or now, rain is about life not crying.
Think about it, rain falls from the sky and makes rivers. Rivers make valleys and valleys are a place for life to flourish. Then the rain moves onto the sea and the whole cycle starts over.
If that's crying, then the tear…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 29, 2009 at 7:15pm —
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It was a mistake of course, nostalgia always is ... the fact is nostalgia is mostly fantasy, and not good fantasy at that. When it is mixed with time travel, it becomes almost evil.
My home street surprised me, after all it was the 1930's and we have a picture in our minds that the pre-war years were black and white drab, I suppose we have to blame the camera for that. The house I grew up in was only ten years old at this time, so it looked fresh and new, and the street was clean and tidy, the…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 26, 2009 at 6:24pm —
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Her name was ZoBdAG1313Q (let's call her Zowie for now) and she was a neural network quantum computer. A neural network is a layered system of interconnected processors that mimics the function of the human brain, and a quantum computer utilises the super-positional state of Q-bits to represent a seemingly infinite number of different bits of data simultaneously, another way to look at it is that Zowie didn't just think outside the box, Zowie could think outside the Universe.
Put it this way, a…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 26, 2009 at 7:42am —
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Have you ever had an attack of the giggles ? By that I mean that uncontrollable debilitating sense of laughter which stops you making any sense of everything about you.
And it gets worse, the smallest thing or comment just sets it off even more, and you bend over in uncontrollable laughter, completely out of phase with the world about you. You've probably seen actors get it on TV and film blooper shows, the best the director can do is knock everybody off for an hour or two because nothing is go…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 25, 2009 at 6:26pm —
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As Kesselring pulled his army northward following the fall of Monte Casino, advancing British soldiers were told by their superiors that under NO CIRCUMSTANCES was there to be looting of deserted Italian villages as the army moved forward. And so at this time a platoon of war weary soldiers were sitting on the steps of a monument at the centre of some forgotten Italian hill town, staring longingly at a wine shop with a large padlocked door.
As they sat, a jeep raced around the square and pulled…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 24, 2009 at 12:35am —
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There are times on those dark cold nights, you know, the nights when winter is getting it's revenge for summer, when I can feel the warmth of her back against mine. She often slept like that, and for a while it worried me until I asked her why she slept with her back to me, and she told me there were times when the world was getting too much, and she wanted someone at her back who would always be there. Sounds a bit soppy doesn't it ? .. but if you'd seen her eyes when she said it you'd know why…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 23, 2009 at 6:09pm —
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This is what you get for doing shit on the cheap. It looked good, you have to admit 'The Macclesfield Centre of Medical Excellence' has a nice ring to it, and the doctors have got nice clean offices and degrees and shit.
Anyway, I'd always wanted to be a woman, well they're so much more cool and nonchalant and they get to wear great clobber like high heels and hotpants and they can drive pretty much how they like and sod the rules. So I signed up for the op and prepped myself for being rid of a…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 21, 2009 at 6:17am —
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Bellamy had been a cop for 19 years, so he was pretty much old guard, for example his gun was a Smith and Wesson model 28 revolver, although he did make some concession to the modern world by carry a Glock 26 as his backup gun. When he entered the Carradine Club, unconsciously keeping close to the wall so as not to silhouette himself too much in a lit doorway, his experienced nerves were sharp and he could feel that familiar tension in his gut.
The joint was cliché from a Bogart film, smoke fil…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 18, 2009 at 5:05pm —
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The black stony ground was dotted with boiling fumaroles that belched upside down cones of steam into a grey sky with a roar worthy of a rotating door on the gateway to hell. A rotating door would have impressed me as I examined the high walls, but Satan had gone for the big black gates look for the entrance, I suppose the devil would have to be old school.
The huge gates cracked open with a sinister slit of dark maroon light, and Lucifer himself stepped out. He'd gone for that old cliché look…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 17, 2009 at 4:13pm —
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When Tim first went into Second Life he was mesmerised by his ability to finally look cool. Unlike real life, here you could dress as you liked, behave as you liked and pretty much do as you liked, a true computerised fantasy universe filled with a vast array of interesting places and people of all colours, creeds, shapes, sizes ... even species.
He moved through this world as Mr SuperCoolio tipping his hat to the ladies and displaying his array of katana swords to the men. He was finally in hi…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 14, 2009 at 7:45pm —
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The jungle was that vivid green you get in early morning tropical light, it was if the curtain of fern-like leaves had built in green lasers. I made my way down the rough track to the landing where the 5am boat would hopefully appear to take me back to the ship.
As far as I knew it had been a good night ashore, my mouth felt like a days production from a glue factory and my stomach had receded into some dark corner to contemplate .... well .... to contemplate whatever stomachs contemplate in li…
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Added by Bob Clay on October 13, 2009 at 5:01pm —
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