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  1. Most of the children of Carlin High School were engaged in the usual playground activities, girl gossiped rapidly sounding like a thousand busy typewriters; youthful first years laughed and chas ed each other around the yard, burning off energy; older kids from the rough end of town hid behi nd the toilets, smoking weed. Steven was sitting alone, perched on the fence like a hawk, watching all the normal mayhem when he spotted Simon Anderson take a nosedive onto the concrete. The boy just went white and dropped, and even though the other kids were making a godawful din, Steven definitely heard Simon’s skull crack like a heavy egg as it smashed onto the ground. The noise was a sickening, hollow sound that made his heart jump in his chest. He immediately jumped off the fence and rushed to see if the older boy was alright. In the seconds it took him to move to where Simon was, there was a large crowd around Simon, some girls were screaming, an older boy was shouting, “Get a...
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For One Night Only

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The poster, smeared across an eroding wall in an eroding part of the city was not dissimilar to many other posters stuck up on those archaic rust-coloured bricks. Rows upon rows of tattered advertisements adorned the edifice, for films long gone and unremembered, tours for musical groups disbanded after early, tragic deaths, books unread and pulped. The site was a makeshift gallery of obsolete pop-culture, weather-beaten its once bright colours faded as the memories of the art and artists framed therein. A passing glance would not have attracted the eyes of the busy and nervous pedestrians who’d stumbled into this dilapidated estate of the featureless dead factories. The poster was not for them, it was for certain eyes who knew certain strange and uncommon things. A white rectangle with the word KULTUS in red. For those lost souls who knew the significance of that word, it meant one thing, the Obsidian Carnival was, once again, abroad. Kultus, that foul beast of painted men...
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Rottenrow

Agnes watched impatiently as the young woman screamed, her pale blue gown stained blood and waters. Two other nurses tried to subdue her but the girl was hysterical. Doctor McAllister held the bloody lump in his hand and shook his head. “Stillborn” was the only word he uttered, with a sigh. The young woman screamed again, sobbing and wailing for her lost infant. For a moment Agnes felt her pain but the sympathy was fleeting, the young woman was, after all, insane. What self respecting woman would fornicate outside of marriage? She'd have to be mad. “ Agnes, take Miss Brennan back to the ward please.” McAllister stated in his most dispassionate monotone. Agnes nodded and grabbed the girl by the arm. “This way,” she ordered. Miss Brennan was having none of it and dropped to her knees. “Ma wean!” “ Your child is dead. Now hush and come on , ” Agnes demanded, already considering the woman a burden. S he had no dignity, no breeding, an alley cat ...
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