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As Oscar absent-mindedly tapped a thermometer, protruding through the cork of a conical flask, Arielle walked her eyes over her host’s scarred and cratered desk. Pyrex tubes twisted like mating cobras, hissing through the flames of Bunsen burners, to discharge their liquids, fizzing and foaming, into various flasks and beakers below. Here, further flames were to lick the crackling, carbon-caked gauze of the tripods they rested on. Rising from this serpentine tangle were various sensors, burettes, and pipettes, together with the tall steel clamps that held them perpendicular and proud.
“Hubble, bubble.” She
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MemBerries - Chapter 2Chapter 2MemBerries - Chapter 2
Bellamy folded his copy of Le Monde and nonchalantly tossed it into a nearby bin. A trim, trenchcoat-wearing male was lumbering towards him at an eager speed, with a sparkle in his eye and lips pinned back to reveal a tongue pregnant with sarcasm.
“Did you consider cutting eyeholes in it?” the newcomer motioned towards the discarded paper, “Or would that have ruined the article on ‘how to spot a cliché’?”
“Oh! Bold bricks from the trenchcoat and Fedora glasshouse.” Bellamy punched his brother’s arm playfully, “Any news?” “Yeah, they just left from the side door.” “And the napkin?” &
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On ParabolaWith subatomic subtlety settling on his brow, he said 'Time's a broken arrow that points from then to now.' Once a grain, I entreated himOn Parabola
to stop this flow of sand, 'You're immersed in the irreversible until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours, the busted bucket and the spade, and each collapsing castle that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide we can all be shore, when the sediment slides there is no more.
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Memberries II - fragmentOscar took a sugar-frosted sip of his cosmopolitan as he slipped a small paperback volume into his jacket pocket. On the reverse, the sleeve carried a photograph of a botoxed and blushered couple displaying matching toothpaste-ad smiles; whilst the front flaunted the rather euphemistic title: “How to Meet and Treat Modern Women”. It had been bought that same morning, from a shop assistant who assured Oscar that the authors were luminaries of what he had disparagingly referred to as the ‘snag a shag’ genre.Memberries II - fragment
The receipt he had been using as an impromptu bookmark fluttered to the ground (which may well have been an attempt to escap
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