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Post-apocalyptic broadcast

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Saturday, July 15 2017

1. Post-apocalyptic setting – a huge city of mostly crumbling or burned out tower blocks, overcast gray sky, no green anywhere. For some unspecified reason, it is impossible to travel by land and the few remaining survivors are trapped in the top levels of the tower blocks that have survived destruction. I’ve made my home in what looks like a publisher’s office, at least I know that I while away the days by reading, feeling calm and unhurried. I also listen to the messag

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Make a wish

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Saturday, June 3 2017

1. I was in a haunted house with about a dozen other young people, Ricardo, Laura, Max and Ivy included. In a vast hall there was a wide staircase at the far wall and on the top step a black board with shiny white buttons. We didn’t know that yet, but pressing the top button granted you three wishes, for a price. At first we were just pressing the buttons randomly trying to figure out how it works, and the random things we said came true, like “This is scary!” and “Damn,

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Mizu-something

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Thursday, May 18 2017

There was a portal under a bridge that connected Capital to Kazakhstan. I travelled it three times with Laura. The first trip I don’t remember that well, but it had something to do with Dwayne Johnson eating pancakes. The second time we went looking for a wedding dress for Laura and in a little boutique bought a long pearly-pink silk dress that she liked. The third time we stayed in a two-storey hotel in a room with two beds and no other furniture. I went to sleep, but when I awoke, th

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River runs through

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Wednesday, May 10 2017

2. A criminal (unfamiliar pale bald man in late 30s) had escaped from the prison. It was middle of Finnish winter and he was following a small stream through the snow-covered fields. There were two neat straight lines of pylons on either side of the stream and his way was illuminated by purple northern lights. The stream led him to a house that was abandoned for the winter, so he took refuge there and stayed until spring when he was finally apprehended. He wasn’t aggressive at all a

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The war is over!

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Friday, May 5 2017

1. Wartime. Kiddo and I live in one of the houses near our garden on Cogs street. I go to work every day and she stays to play alone. My gran lives about a block away, but she hasn’t visited us yet. Other houses are mostly deserted. One evening I come home carrying a full black backpack; I don’t know what’s inside, but I have a feeling that it’s something really bad. I check that Kiddo has eaten all the food I’ve left for her and discover that there’s s

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Run, Rita, run!

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Thursday, May 4 2017

Night-time, seaside road with several houses on a hillside, facing the calm sea. The last house in the row is a safe house, though safe from what is not specified. Several people, including Peter and Methos are hiding in one of the big dusty rooms; it’s apparent that the building has been uninhabited for a long time. I’m watching the events unfold as a disembodied presence at first and alternate between indoor and outside scenes. Outside the streetlights are on and the visibi

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Garden party, tribunal and bookstore

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Wednesday, February 22 2017

1. I lived in an unfamiliar nondescript flat and had neighbours Florence and Florian who were barricading my door with rubbish bags, practically building a wall out of them. I tricked them into removing the bags, although the details of this are fuzzy. I got out and went for a walk in a garden with my mother. It was late summer evening and the garden was exquisite – with small ponds, flowers and trees strung with string lights. Mother told me that she had cooked a piece of honey soap,

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Guerrilla ghost fighter

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Wednesday, January 18 2017

1. After a civil uprising Miss Vanessa Ives had joined a small guerrilla group who were hiding in the wintry forest, a dozen people or less. One day they were looking for provisions and ammunition in an abandoned village, and came accross an empty barn where a mob of peasants had surrounded and attacked a knight; he was heavily armoured and all bloodied from a stabbed wound in his head, but still alive. A young fighter, barely sixteen, and the only other woman in the group had walked in firs

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Homeless

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Friday, December 30 2016

For some stupid thing that Vova did, we both got kicked out of the house and went to live in an abandoned cottage with some other young homeless people.We all had hard farm work to do all day, and I was knackered by the end of the first day. I had lost the tip of my left ring finger and had a prosthetic fingernail that got snagged everywhere. One of the girls said: "At least it doesn't bleed", but it was still very awkward. I cleaned one empty room and went for

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Preparing for the piglet show

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Wednesday, December 28 2016

I was standing in front of a mirror and adjusting the leather straps on a garishly bright and ridiculously ornate yellow crinoline dress I was wearing. I knew I had to prepare for presenting a TV show about pet piglets, but had absolutely no idea what to say. I left the silent empty house and crossed the farmyard to the shed. There were about a dozen black piglets sleeping in the straw. I picked one up, careful as not to wake it and walked in circles around the muddy farmyard, cradling the p

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