Transmute Jun
Queen of the Bird Missiles
I am a Swan.
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Registration Date: 04-04-2007
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17-11-2009 13:00
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Gatchamaniac
I am a Condor.
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Registration Date: 15-11-2009
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Okies, since I did put it out there....
‘Tomorrow is Black Friday.’ Spoken by the girl.
‘Black Friday?’ The man asks.
‘You know, Friday the thirteenth.’
‘You don’t believe in superstitions, do you?’
The girl withers under the steady gaze of clear blue eyes.
‘Of course not! But I hope I don’t break a mirror or something – that would be just too freaky.’
‘I hope we don’t get called out, we don’t need any extra bad luck.’ The child looks up from the sink.
‘You’re being silly, you make your own luck.’ A second man speaks.
‘You should go fishing, you’d learn a lot more about luck and who makes it.’ The big guy puts in.
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The young man looks at the damage left by a sudden wind across an unprotected airfield, a Cessna tossed aside like a child’s toy.
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The girl screams from the chair. The creature runs across the room disappearing under a table she knows is occupied by the local Inspector of Health.
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The child looks in confusion at an empty cage hidden in a wardrobe. A distant scream his only clue to the rodent’s whereabouts.
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The tall man looks up from his place in the dirt, a month of shared glances and smiles turned to dust as a burly man walks away with his arm around the pretty jogger.
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The big man laughs in joy as he drags the huge trout into his little boat.
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‘Launch the GodPhoenix!’
‘Um, NO?’
‘Not on your life!’
‘Hell, no!’
‘Not a chance!’
‘Anyone for a fish dinner?’
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Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive. ~Eliza Cook
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19-11-2009 06:25
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