Wed, 15 August 2007 They climbed quickly. Below them - pulling the boat ashore. The high cliffs were a wall which they paralleled and passed effortlessly. He felt, at a visceral level, the lethal distance between his frail body and the cold hard sea. Strangely, the operation of this primitive instinct did not scare him. It thrilled him, as though he were dreaming, and somehow indestructible. www.jainefenn.com Comments[3] |
Wed, 8 August 2007 Of course it was a hoax. It had to be. No doubt both the original telegram and the brightly coloured thing floating in the cove below were some rustic eccentric's idea of a joke. revenge for the affair with Beatnik Turtle's Song of the Day Comments[4] |
Wed, 1 August 2007 Hey, Amory here. Not able to get an episode out this week, going on a vacation. Expect a new episode Monday of next week. In the mean time check one of these great podcasts out. The Drabblecast EscapePod Pseudopod Or listen to one of our archived episodes. -Amory Lowe Editor at The Great Beyond Podcast Category: general -- posted at: 11:03 AM Comments[4] |
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