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Facebook Profile by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Facebook Profile

I don’t remember when I got into the habit of it. I just remember realising one morning, as I sipped my tea and ate my breakfast, that reading my Facebook profile was as much a part of my morning routine as brushing my teeth. It was the first thing I did when I got home from work too, and the last thing before going to bed. Whether I had messages or not didn’t matter, I always read my profile; my activities, my favourite books, what I’d written in the About Me section. Was it vanity? I don’t think so; I got no narcissistic pleasure from it. The thought occurred to me that I was reminding myself who I am. I laughed th

Virgin Atlantic flight 220 by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Virgin Atlantic flight 220

Virgin Atlantic flight 220 The flight from Dulles International Airport, Virginia, USA, to Heathrow International Airport, London, UK, takes about eight hours. For those eight hours the passengers, except for those who can afford the extortionate in-flight phone calls, are cocooned, cut off from the outside world. In those eight hours, the lives of 382 passengers and crew of flight VA220 would be changed forever. However, during the flight almost no-one on the plane would be aware of the change in their fates. The first to get any clue of something amiss would be the pilots. They would discover that their communications had failed. In ac

Her Biggest Story by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Her Biggest Story

Karen had the second slot on the morning news. Her report was following live footage from a camera crew, who had been embedded in a platoon engaging in a major search and destroy mission. Karen and her crew had cable in their hotel rooms and as they killed time before their afternoon flight, they were able to tune into the news programme that the British public would be waking up to. Electricity had been restored, two weeks after the quake. They watched the shaky camera images of soldiers running from doorway to rubble to car wreck, smoke pouring into the sky. Automatic gunfire crackled, and the soldiers fired back at the ever invisible enem

Dear Steve by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Dear Steve

Dear Steve, It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted. But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency prot

Planetfall by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Planetfall

As the elevator rose from the confines of the colossal capital city Montrose let the memories rise into his thoughts. Two hundred years left them disparate and disjointed; images and emotions were without events to give them any meaning. But amongst the detritus were a few gems that had been indelibly marked in his mind. The elevator terminal wasn’t far from the old base. He could recall the time before even the base had existed on that land. * * * The landing had been hard, and Montrose had to push the door the last few inches to get out. He paused a moment on the threshold, before stepping down on the planet’s surface. T

The Ghosts of Kate-645 by PlasticusForkus, literature

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The Ghosts of Kate-645

The sleek form of the Revival crept alongside the derelict research ship, as the pair orbited the planet Kate-645. Short flare bursts from the Revival's retro-thrusters illuminated the hull, lighting up the ship's name: Darwin II. Black burns from space junk and jetsam pockmarked the stone grey painted hull of the Darwin II, contrasting with the unembellished matte black of the military vessel. * * * It was the quiet period on board the Darwin II. Pierce lay on his bunk, looking at the photos of his wife and family blue-tacked to the bulkhead. Two weeks, he thought, and they'd start the two month journey home. It was more than just

Xenoarchaeology by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Xenoarchaeology

Xenoarchaeology "It's absolutely fantastic Professor! The body is complete; in perfect condition!" The archaeologist gesticulated enthusiastically with his free hand, as he paced as far as the cord of the satellite phone would allow. He moved around as if filled with more energy than it could cope with, and sought to expel it in any kind of gesture or bodily movement. "Yes Professor, there is a stone tablet with the body, but it's in one of the less common languages of this race, we can't translate it. "Absolutely, the pre-excavation diagnostics suggested that it was the last one, and we've just had the results from the skeleton to co

Choices by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Choices

Choices The hot, unsanitary, dusty operating tent was a world away from the tiled, clean and cool theatres that Rich was used to at home. He had signed up as a voluntary surgeon after watching one too many news stories about the wars that seemed to occur on a perpetual basis. He wanted to make a difference, so he gave up golfing holidays in Scotland and Southern France and instead flew out to whatever conflict had flared up during his leave. This particular war zone was particularly horrific, and as usual it seemed to be the civilians who had drawn the short straw. He had got used to the pathetically equipped hospitals and aid stations, wi

The Old Hunter by PlasticusForkus, literature

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The Old Hunter

To the Hadza of East Africa. One of my abiding memories is of, when I worked in a music store a day when and old man stood on the street corner. His black hair was tinged with white. His shirt hung from his shoulders like a dog wearing a human's clothes. When he shifted his feet, they seemed cumbersome inside the shoes, as if made from blocks of wood. He was on the street corner when I arrived for work, but it was raining, and I barely noticed him. As I worked, the morning sun dried his clothes. When I went for lunch, he had not moved. He stared down the street, almost unblinkingly. When I returned for the afternoon, I thought I saw tea

Just Google It MKII by PlasticusForkus, literature

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Just Google It MKII

AutophobeX49923 sat at his desk. It was dim in the windowless room, the only light coming from the glow of his computer screen. His eyes barely blinked as they darted to and fro; scanning the monitor. He was searching the Google Database for information on life at the turn of the millennium. He'd been shocked at first, but his initial reaction was replaced by an ignorant contempt for those who had lived a hundred and fifty years ago. Making friends was performed in person, and people travelled from their homes to learn. The fact that it was often frowned upon to meet people in person, having only known them from the internet had sent tremor

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Urban and Rural/Architecture - August 2011 DDs by kinipelahh, journal

Urban and Rural/Architecture - August 2011 DDs

Aug 31, 2011

%communityrelations (https://www.deviantart.com/communityrelations) communityrelations (https://www.deviantart.com/communityrelations) August 2011 Features :thumb142436803: Education by CharmCity (https://www.deviantart.com/charmcity) Suggester says; He knows how to capture the right textures and the right lighting with the right angles. Education by ~CharmCity (Featured by kinipelahh (https://www.deviantart.com/kinipelahh), suggested by KissiePie (https://www.deviantart.com/kissiepie)) :thumb207268652: Beyond the Shadows by VikklePickle (https://www.deviantart.com/vikklepickle) Suggester says; I love the colours. And the branches, too. Somehow, that makes the picture perfect. I'd like to be able to capture somewhere with this much melancholy. Beyond the Shadows by ~VikklePickle (Featured by kinipelahh (https://www.deviantart.com/kinipelahh), suggested by Exillior (https://www.deviantart.com/exillior)) :thumb210757531:

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Rodney Matthews

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Amélie • Cidade de Deus • No Man's Land

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John Wyndham • Eric Brown • Chris Wooding

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PlasticusForkus

Jan 4, 2016

WhoAteMyEggo

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For some reason WhoAteMyEggo (https://www.deviantart.com/whoatemyeggo) gave me a sub. So here's a skinned journal making him feel good/embarrassed :aww: Thanks fella.

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PlasticusForkus

Nov 28, 2015

Epiphanic Pheasant

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I stood by the worktop in the kitchen this morning, looking out into the garden. It was blustery, just about to reach a full-on storm anticipated by the headlines. Periodically the grey sky thrashed the earth with heavy rain showers. The birds were out though. I had seen a fieldfare for the first time earlier that day, grazing in the orchard along with the finches and bickering Blackbirds. I watched a cock pheasant stride up past the window, fine with his mottled brown body and iridescent blue head. He was unconcerned by the the human watching him a couple of metres away. It was normal, as he went about his morning, and I prepared my breakfa

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Sep 14, 2015

10 Years

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10 years ago (and about a month) I set up an account on this site. Once upon a time this was noteworthy. I've been on here longer than I've done anything else in my life. Weird.