http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk Just another WordPress site Fri, 26 Apr 2013 10:32:05 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.5.1 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-31st/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-31st/#comments Mon, 31 Dec 2012 13:17:36 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2954 In the silence a female voice said "At last. Then you who are the chosen one. Let me take you to the place where the wild croissants dance."]]> In the silence a female voice said "At last. Then you who are the chosen one. Let me take you to the place where the wild croissants dance."]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-31st/feed/ 2 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-30th/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-30th/#comments Sun, 30 Dec 2012 18:40:53 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2949 The snow storm was the disintegrating world. Helicopter particles and snow swirled in whirlpools mingling with his own flesh.]]> The snow storm was the disintegrating world. Helicopter particles and snow swirled in whirlpools mingling with his own flesh.]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-30th/feed/ 1 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-29th-2/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-29th-2/#comments Sat, 29 Dec 2012 13:44:19 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2939 Today: Lad turned the wipers on, blinking back disbelief, bustin for a wee. In Morse snow for the deaf panini helicopter circling above to see: ... ]]> Today: Lad turned the wipers on, blinking back disbelief, bustin for a wee. In Morse snow for the deaf panini helicopter circling above to see: ... ]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-29th-2/feed/ 1 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-29th/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-29th/#comments Sat, 29 Dec 2012 00:31:43 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2935 But as she chewed the skin from inside her mouth she, more than most, realised some stories don't end how they're meant to.]]> But as she chewed the skin from inside her mouth she, more than most, realised some stories don't end how they're meant to.]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-29th/feed/ 1 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-27th/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-27th/#comments Thu, 27 Dec 2012 20:00:33 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2929 Higgs had what he wanted, Cope, Tink, The Fat Man of Oblivion and that damned coypu all heading to the same place - She was bound to follow]]> Higgs had what he wanted, Cope, Tink, The Fat Man of Oblivion and that damned coypu all heading to the same place - She was bound to follow]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-27th/feed/ 1 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-26th/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-26th/#comments Wed, 26 Dec 2012 16:12:20 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2921 the most powerful baked force in the universe and the only sure way to summon from his podgy slumber the fat man of oblivion]]> the most powerful baked force in the universe and the only sure way to summon from his podgy slumber the fat man of oblivion]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-26th/feed/ 0 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-25th/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-25th/#comments Tue, 25 Dec 2012 22:48:35 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2914 He sees something glistening. Raisins like dead flies in brittle pastry. The Dark Matter of the Eccles Cakes of Eternity.]]> He sees something glistening. Raisins like dead flies in brittle pastry. The Dark Matter of the Eccles Cakes of Eternity.]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-25th/feed/ 1 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-24th/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-24th/#comments Mon, 24 Dec 2012 17:03:44 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2910 Nobody understood the doughy, plasticity of space/time like the Baker, felt its fluxing complexity. Reality to him, was so much puff pastry.]]> Nobody understood the doughy, plasticity of space/time like the Baker, felt its fluxing complexity. Reality to him, was so much puff pastry.]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-24th/feed/ 0 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-23rd/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-23rd/#comments Sun, 23 Dec 2012 17:36:05 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2905 He studied the scrap of paper once more: "If the sails of a windmill are as a clock, what time do you call Diss?" A noise. Ahead: The Baker.]]> He studied the scrap of paper once more: "If the sails of a windmill are as a clock, what time do you call Diss?" A noise. Ahead: The Baker.]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-23rd/feed/ 0 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-22nd/ http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-22nd/#comments Sat, 22 Dec 2012 11:12:35 +0000 http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/?p=2897 Of course no-one would choose to go to Diss - it's the worst place in England. But Lad was there for a reason: he had a question to answer.]]> Of course no-one would choose to go to Diss - it's the worst place in England. But Lad was there for a reason: he had a question to answer.]]> http://www.3hundredand65.co.uk/the-story/december-22nd/feed/ 0