The ChairSandra nudged Clive hard in the ribs, which appeared to wake him up, although she hadnt noticed hed actually been asleep. She whispered, This is it. Two muscled men bought a chair onto the front stage and rested it next to the auctioneer.It was a large armchair with salmon and yellow patterns all over it, and a threadbare white cushion on it. The arms were covered in the same material, save for the ends where varnished wood appeared. The seat and back looked so comfortable they looked like theyd swallow you up. Sandra supposed that this was no different from the way a poison dart frog has bright colours to warn you of its venom.This chair comes from the early nineteen thirties and is in very good condition, said the auctioneer, reading from a card in his hand in the same monotonous voice hed been using all night. Sandra stared at him; not really taking in what he was saying because anything he said about the chair would be a lie.
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Coops Cakes and Booth BooksThe sun beat down on Boothville as I strutted across the cobbles of a back street in town. People scurried about, some nodding and smiling as I passed, others too busy with their own business to notice me. Looking up, I saw a camera watching the street. For some reason, it didnt make me feel concerned. It made me feel safe, protected, watched by a friend. I resisted the urge to blow it a kiss.I stopped outside a bakery Coops Cakes written in curly green lettering on the shop front and pressed my nose against the window. There were rows upon rows of cakes, biscuits and other treats. Little gingerbread men all rested in a row like a police line-up. Little cakes with icing swirls of pink, yellow, red, orange, blue, white and any other colour you could think of were displayed in curious little patterns.Behind the counter, a girl with thick brown hair collected under a tall white hat put the finishing touches to a six-tier wedding cake, dabbing little white roses all a
Welcome to BoothvilleSomewhere in an unnamed country, lies a small town that many people know nothing about. Surrounded by hills and mountains to the north, forest to the west, ocean to the east and swamps to the south, the little town remains undisturbed, completely self-sufficient and safe from the horrors of the rest of the world.A grand, nine-storey castle looms large from a hill to the north, overlooking the rest of the town, casting a shadow over the vineyards of the foothills. The shamans hut rests at the end of the largest field, a dilapidated little tent that the vineyard owners wish would move.Two large housing estates one to the east and one to the west are home to the few thousand residents of the town and as they move towards the centre to join, they are interrupted by the commercial side of the town.A twisty little maze of paths and roads filled with everything the residents need: a café which serves only the finest in hot drinks and snacks, a restaurant that would
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BulldogI always thought that the reasoning of it was pretty pathetic but no one ever commented on that. It was a standard tradition that had gone on for years, and probably the most epic sight I shall ever see in my lifetime.You see, our common room had just two sofas and they were positioned nicely in front of the TV, with easy access to the old-school games console. A throne for sixth form royalty. Im told that seven or eight years ago, arguments about which clique got the sofas escalated to such a level that some of the students decided to do things democratically.British Bulldog was the only way.At the beginning of each term once in September and once in January the whole sixth form would fight for the right to have the sofas. The teachers knew it happened, hell, they had been known to join in, but they all turned a blind eye to the aggressive behaviour.And so it was because of this petty and slightly strange arrangement that I came to be standing on a muddy rugby