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Change of schedule -- I'm finding it a little hard to write a 1000 word update once a week, so instead there will be two 500 word updates. Ideally, these will be Tuesday and Friday. Thanks, and hope you keep reading. Or start reading. Whatever.

In the education room, Maria and Lenore watched and sighed as the teenagers bickered about who would make the escape through the air ducts. The argument went on for nearly twenty minutes, until Juraj was selected by virtue of being the skinniest. The teens then unscrewed the access panel only to find that even skinny Juraj was much too broad-shouldered to fit in.

"Could have told them that," Lenore said. She was buffing her fingernails, which were surprisingly well groomed for a plumber. "If air ducts were big enough for people, they wouldn't be air ducts. They'd be corridors."

"So why didn't you tell them that?

"Eh, it was funny to watch."

"Good to see Aussie kids having a go," said the weird, creepy, fleshy guy who was hanging around. "You have to have a go to get a go, and if you get a go you have to have a go, because if you take your go then, fair dinkum..."

"Who were you again?" Maria asked.

"The Prime Minister." ...continue reading "Trilobite Park — Chapter 13: Escape Impossible"

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It sat in the cafeteria, swimming -- though out of water. It swam through a head, a brain… the brain of an air breather. The host was strange – its blood was warm, its skeleton internal. Instead of an armour of interlocking plates, it had a soft skin like a worm. And yet it would do. It would do!

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Barry Hodges sat in the Trilobite Park cafeteria, drinking the worst coffee he'd ever tasted and listening to really lazily written narration from the prehistoric ghost-trilobite or whatever the Hell it was that had taken up residence in his head. To make matters worse, he couldn't manage to get Captain Pete to sit down with him and finish the paperwork. All in all, it was turning into a pretty shitty day.

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It stared through the strange eyes of the one known as 'Bar-Ry.' The air-breather was… well, not resisting it as such. More ignoring it. It couldn't help feeling a little bit put out. But that wasn't the point. It had more important work to do… ...continue reading "Trilobite Park – Chapter 9: Barry’s Hassle"

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Barrels

The afternoon before Trilobite Park opened, Blake gathered the Paleontology Club met after school to meet with their supervisor. Her name was Mrs Vallerez, and she was a forty-year veteran of the public-school system. She had a no-nonsense attitude, shopped exclusively at 'Cardigan World' and though she had never been seen to smoke, she always stank of cigarettes – but boy, did she know her science.

"We all here?" she said. "Daisy, Blake, Juraj? If there's only three of you little f—fellows, how come I'm taking an excursion of twelve students into Trilobite park tomorrow?" ...continue reading "Trilobite Park — Chapter 6: Barrels of Doom"

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Plumbing
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It remembered the seas. That was all it remembered, all it was. Just a memory. But it remembered itself, and memory is important.

It couldn't feel the seas now. Water, yes. Water it could feel. But small waters, slow and contained. Where were the vast oceans? Where were the endless seafloors?

It didn't know. All it could do was wait.

It was good at waiting. ...continue reading "Trilobite Park — Chapter 3: Doubts Multiply"

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