What Would Conan Do?

Heavy air

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Trickle lights down your spine Kick a dog, teach it to fear Just like you Close the curtains, roll over Pull them up and cover yo...

Ormond

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My tower was old but she made it look like the mortar was still setting. By the time she’d perched on the chair opposite mine I had looke...

Fell Shufflers

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The synchronised shuffle of chairs sheeesh, bok, bok… Not a note out of place it was the loudest sound in this room and bounced of its hid...

Don't use the zed word

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     He walked passed the wall every day on his way to the club. This time of year the reanimate were reflecting the sunrise in dew, their b...

On The Move

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“Did you hear? Jublient is rising.” Kevin had heard it on the lips of every walker and sop-seller trying to build a quick, profitable ra...

Tell me the old old story

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tell me how you like it tell me how you feel tell me have you seen her tell me on a Sunday tell me you love me tell me exactly how to e...

Watcher

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“The centaurs are coming!” Gamon could see the water pouring down the hillside, washing away farms and farmers in its muddy surf, the su...

Old Frank

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Visit the man in his suburban home, sat at the top of a shallow hill. I knocked, but the door was open and saw no harm in looking for him ...
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