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After I dress, I pray again. No more time for reflection now, no more thought or feeling - memory and mind must be replaced by action, purpose, direction; I must be the tool for something greater than myself, the creator of change, the author of history.
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I go into my bedroom, and pick up a few belongings. I look in the corner of my room at the bag, and I carefully pick it up and place it on the bed. Opening it, I see the collection of wires, circuits and packages and they seem insignificant, benign almost - no more dangerous or threatening than an alarm clock.
I zip the bag up again and put it on my back. It's really heavy, but so is the burden we all carry around with us every day; the burden of existence. I try to imagine the force of the explosion ripping through my body, shredding me, but I can't. It's probably for the best.
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It is time. I take one last look around, and as I leave my flat I can't help but think:
It's funny how knowing you're going to die soon makes your life complete.
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Fiction - Kat Out of the Bag Chapter Thirteen By Steve Rudd
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I remembered the ring simply because it wasn't the type of ring that a man would usually
choose to include in his pro-macho jewellery box.
The rare stone at its heart shone like a bewildering beacon demanding attention in the
pits of hell, while its subtly alluring design was elaborately detailed yet delicate.
To all intents and purposes it looked like a lady's bridal ring, and thus the plot thickened.
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Fiction - Complicity Part 4 By Nick Quantrill
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Complicity is the new crime-fiction novella set in Hull featuring
Detective Sergeant Coleman and Detective Constable Maynard.
The thisisull.com serialisation is accompanied by the stunning black and
white photography of Roland Standaert, which illustrates the story and takes a unique look at the city.
Complicity and other stories are available for free.
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Fiction - Welcome To Hellville - Part 16 By Rich Mills
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"What music are you into, man?" The American exchange student who had earlier introduced
himself, without any regard for Alan's need to be alone, suddenly threw a curve-ball
of a question like this in his direction.
"Well I listen to..." What followed was a definitive list of bands from Alan's
wide-ranging rare vinyl and CD collection, he even
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Fiction - Zero and the Neighbours Part 1 - Demo version 0.1 By Joe Hakim
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Frank was one of the regulars. From the first day I started dealing poker on the tables, Frank was there. To look at, he was your typical moody old man - old in the Father Christmas sense - white hair, a huge white beard and a round gut that hung out of his shirt and over his belt. You could imagine him sat in a grotto in the bottom of Princes Quay with some mewling
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Fiction - Just like Eddie by Bob Spence
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I don't know exactly when I got into it but there you are.
Like most lads, I suppose it was the thought of being Bristol's answer to
Elvis that was some kind of inspiration.
Yes that was always there in the back of my mind, but the accent never sounded
quite right to be fair.
Anyway. The South Deans Village Youth Club was a right place back then and we used
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Fiction - Off To See The Wild West Show Part 15 (1886: Hull, Yorkshire) By Frank Beill
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An echoing boom was coming from down deep in the bowels of the ship.
Something somewhere was being repaired. The cabin was too warm and I couldn't get to sleep.
I took a look through what had become my personal window on the world: the porthole above my bunk.
The lights of a town twinkled like pale stars on the shimmering mirror of the narrow waters
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Fiction - The Wall by Darren Sant
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Sometimes your best is just not enough.
Panic stricken and panting I arrive.
There it is, a fucking huge wall. An obstacle blocking my progress.
A visible representation of all that I can't achieve.
Nervously I look behind me. I lash out at it, kicking and punching but to no avail.
It is rock solid. I jump but find it too high. I take a running jump
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Fiction - Divine by Blair Ashworth
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"Mein Führer? Mein Führer?" The old man in the long grey coat was bent over the body slumped in the chair.
"Give it a few more seconds, Henry," said the doctor. "Do you speak any German? It might lessen the shock." No, Henry didn't speak any German and he didn't much care about any shocks he might deliver.
Behind the heavy oak chair,
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Fiction - Scissors, Paper, Stone! By Bob Spence
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The Lord Nelson was your typical run-down seventies pub. The decor was in disarray, with half a mind to venerate the Royal Navy's biggest hero or to catch the eye of the potential clientele with the latest fashion. In this manner it achieved neither.
Mickey was the prototype glass collector for every
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Fiction - Drowning, Swimming By Joe Hakim
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Keith sat and stared at his wife, who was holding his daughter and staring at the
28" Philips Widescreen TV situated in the corner of his house, on his laminate floor,
flanked at either side by his Sony sound system and his X-Box.
He was sweating and his head was throbbing - the general effects of the weekend
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Fiction - Any Instructions? By Denis Price
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It wasn't the first time he'd missed the bus. From the Mess to the monitoring hangar was only a quarter of a mile walk, something he relished during the central European summer as the airbase had been carved out of heavily wooded countryside teeming with wildlife.
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Fiction - Second Chances by Nick Quantrill
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Available now, Second Chances is a crime fiction novella set in Hull that is
already attracting praise from readers.
Influenced by crime fiction heavyweights Ian Rankin and Hull's Robert Edric,
Second Chances is set to be a great success.
For a taster, see the extract reproduced below, only available
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Fiction - Invasion By Bob Spence
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Moody just couldn't stop scratching. His shirt was far too stiff at the edge of the collar
and the coarse material was driving him to distraction.
You could also say that Moody was distracted anyway. He was waiting for a letter from his fiancee
and there was none.
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Fiction - The Death and Birth and Death of a Legend By Bob Spence
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Goober liked to be busy. Some people could handle doing nothing, not Goober Walton.
Running the tidy but ancient gasoline concession suited. Suited well.
It was orderly and everything clearly had its place.
Some would say it looked almost military in its order and for that it
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Fiction - Feller's in Cut By Maurice Fairfield
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Well that's her gone. You don't remember me do you?
I'll have a pint while you're thinking about it.
It's me Jack, Harry Fergus's son. Here for the funeral.
Thought I'd see her get put under. Not sure why.
It's always a laugh though, watching a parson doing a
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Fiction - Firm but Fair By Mark Pollard
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Cry-Baby Jim Breaks. He pioneered it, they say.
And the hushed, almost ecclesiastical tones of Ken Walton had heralded it's
entry into Saturday afternoon folklore: the bright lights of
Blackpool and Great Yarmouth, down to the lesser reputes of Ilfracombe and
Skegness had all borne witness
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Fiction - Puzzles By Denis Price
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I've got a really nice room, when the door's closed I feel ever so safe and warm. It's quiet as well,
just the swish of the wind in the trees outside. I like the trees; they hide the big tall fence.
My watchers say the fence is there to keep me safe, and that's their job too, they're always there
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