Beckbridge
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Flesh flash, flush!
I was walking through the mall the other day, when I noticed just how high the dress I had on was cut, and that I was displaying rather more of myself than I had initially realised. Now, this isn’t an issue (I am very pleased with how my body looks), but it did give me…
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Where do you get your..?
A short story made up of words on where the words come from. Where do you get your..?
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Damn You
This one will almost certainly find its way into Pink & October over the course of the five(!) “seasons” of stories I have planned for my “paranormal bounty hunters” (although the world and lore has grown rather significantly from my late-teens when I first came up with the characters. Basically it posits a world where…
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Illumination
Another story I had not intended to write, which came from somewhere in me by putting two things together and coming up with something I would hope no LLM could. This came from the thought of “what if we trained an LLM on the contents of the Vatican’s forbidden library?” What might that AI know?…
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Balance
I had no intention or idea for this story in my notes at all. Recent events have had me reflecting on the industrial scale inhumanity we are perpetrating on ourselves, and that those with the bloodiest of hands will likely escape punishment. So, I decided to get my feelings about this into story form. And…
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Sentinels
I’ve had this idea of “what if AI had already emerged and was hiding from us and…?” for a while, and finally did something with it. TBH this one was completed a while back, I had just forgotten to upload it is all. Anyway, here’s Sentinels.
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Gulls
The not-there seagulls were agitated today.In the near dark of the winter morning twilightI could not make out what the cause of their irritation might be.The ink-blue of the early sky providing insufficient light for me to discernAnything more than silhouette shadows of silent buildingsAnd barren branches.I hurried onLest I become the target of their…
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Former Glory
While I work on my next short story (“The Routing Forecast” or “Curses”) here’s another song I wrote back in my late teens/early twenties – well over thirty years ago… Former Glory Why was there crime in the city at that time in 1979?Why were there marks in the hearts of all the parks?Why were…
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I Hate it Here
I hate what they have made the world to beThe rank corruptionAnd not just the monetary kindI mean complete moral, ethical corruptionNecrotic, gangrenous, cancerous putrefactionThe way they have degraded everythingPulled us down to their levelInto the filth where they wallowAll that they touch rotsIt sticks to everything we doThe deformation of normalityOf civilityAt first we…
Beckbridge - sometime scribbler 