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Sequel SequelSequel by =MetalMagpie
noun.
1. a published, broadcast or recorded work that continues the story or develops the theme of an earlier one.
2. a new installment.
3. a Return to an unfinished tale.
4. not a Reboot; instead a means for the tale to Resume.
5. a second chance for our Reckless hero to show his Resiliance.
6. for - whatever the Reason - a Reckoning is still due.
7. the old nemesis Reawakened or Reincarnated.
8. the hero may Reappraise, Recalculate or even Reconsider.
9. but there can be no Retreat; he must React.
10. whether spurred on by Retribution, Redemption, or Revelation
11. the Resistance will be Ready.
12. Remorse and Regret may seek to Reig


An Easy Decision There were still eight ghouls left when Jack reached his last bullet. Spine pressed to the crumbling plasterwork, he ran his eyes over the stolen faces of his squad-mates, then put the gun to his head.An Easy Decision by =MetalMagpie


The Visitor - Part 1 It was twenty-eight minutes past seven, on the sixth day of October, and London was being rained on. Rain is not something that happens in London or over London or even around London. It happens to London, in the same way that chicken-pox happens to five-year-olds.The Visitor - Part 1 by *MetalMagpie
London with rain happening to it is a very different place to London with nice-weather-for-this-time-of-year. It's grumpier. People talk less, and they hurry everywhere, holding up briefcases and newspapers like offerings to the gods. Women in high heels perform that peculiar toes-only not-quite-running that is unique to the breed. And anyone arriving in a safe, dry haven, will sa


Wings By four in the morning, City Airport was beginning to resemble a refugee camp. The would-be travellers had long ago run out of fuel for their anger and accusations, and now only a noise like a distant waterfall filled the skeleton rafters - the sound of hundreds of people breathing softly in sleep. They lay bundled in coats, huddled against soft cases, and draped over airport furniture. Some still had pouts and scowls etched into the lines of their face, but most slept placidly - like worn out dogs or the sort of babies that only exist in TV adverts - dreaming of postcard beaches and over-decorated cocktails.Wings by *MetalMagpie
Standing in the way of such drea
| "When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life." ~ Samuel Johnson |