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That there is a good public transport system in place to get me as far away from it as possible…
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Verse 1. So when their spaceship First touched the ground The place was empty- No one was around… But then, much later As the red dust cleared On the horizon Some Martians appeared! The human’s Mars buggy Was sent to say Hi!- The Martians seemed angry: The humans would die! But thanks to young Johnny…
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It’s a story I’ve told often enough… To my children… Other people’schildren… Perhaps, one day, to my grandchildren…About how the aliens came and invaded Earth and how we very nearlywere all goners…Seeing as I’ve nothing better to do at the moment, I’ll tell it one moretime… (The name’s Starky, by the way…)It was the year…
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The Comoedus First Capitulum “Comedy is a funny thing… Some people laugh at it, whilst others prefer to laugh at things which aren’t comical… Usually, the former are good, sensible, upright people, whereas the latter are often the fools, layabouts and degenerates of society… And so, as a comedian, I have the unique privilege of…
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(This is the first in a series of five stories, all available on Scribbles.) The Three Fellows 1.It was a damp, misty evening in the town of Trelby, and an exceedingly low temperature and lack of light due to the abundance of cloud matter added two more adequate reasons for any right thinking person to…
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The Three Fellows:The Football Match I.It was a very cold, rainy day outside the pub in the town ofMuddlestone, and as a result, this establishment wasunusually full of partakers of the hop and vine, many ofwhom had simply entered in order to escape theunwholesome conditions without… For many of the more sensible variety of these…
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The Three Fellows Have Love In Their Midst A short, stout character with a certain seedy aspect walked awkwardly up to the bar, and, placing his right hand firmly upon the counter with a sharp bang, which suggested he was, in fact, swatting some irritating insect for which he had borne a long and painful…
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