Sunday Scribbles Week 49: Forbidden Fruit #sunscribbles #pizzaassassin

Shawn crept up to the ship, and from behind a pile of crates he spied its name, painted in large yellow letters on the bow. ‘Fruit Loop 20? What happened to the other 19?’

‘Best you don’t ask,’ a voice said from behind him, and Shawn felt the barrel of a gun press into his back.

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Sunday Scribbles Week 47: The Sword in the Stone #sunscribbles

By the time he reached the lake the sun had set. The water rippled in the light of the full moon and stars sparkled above. A small island, reflected in the shimmering water, sat in the centre. Arthur shuddered. This place made him uneasy where wild animals did not.

A fallen tree hung over the lake. It reeked of death, and the rustle of leaves, the lapping of the water against the bank, sung songs of sadness the like of which Arthur had never heard. The lake was haunted with ghosts of the past, and it was even more eerie at night.

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Sunday Scribbles Week 45: When the job offer is out of this world… #sunscribbles

‘Oh no. You’ve been cut off for today!’ the bartender said when he saw me.

I gestured behind me, to my new friends. The bartenders jaw dropped. People who glanced our way screamed and pushed past us, out the door. Some fled out the patio and off it into the lake. Soon, the bar was ours.

I led my friends to the bar. ‘You going to argue with them?’ I asked. ‘They have laser pistols.’

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Sunday Scribbles Week 44. The festival of Asteria. #sunscribbles

‘Relics of Earth?’ Arthur asked as they moved past stalls selling asteroid bracelets, coffee mugs and disposable cameras, and came to a stop at another stall.

‘Yup. Replicas of things from Earth before the asteroid hit,’ the stall owner said.

Merlin frowned and picked up a carving of stone henge. ‘The stones are in the wrong place.’

‘I think you’ll find my wares are 100% accurate,’ the stall owner insisted with a glare.

‘No, Merlin’s right,’ Arthur said. ‘I grew up near stone henge, and it doesn’t have a roof.’

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Sunday Scribbles Week 43: The Huntress becomes the Hunted #sunscribbles

All was silent, but Maria’s eyes darted around, wary and on edge. A few times she thought she glimpsed a figure out of the corner of her eye. Was someone watching her? If they were, they’d be surprised when she drove a knife into them. A clatter pierced the air behind her, and Maria spun on heel. They’d given themselves away. Time to strike. The huntress pulled her knife from her bag and crept towards the sound.

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Sunday Scribbles Week 42: The whole city shook beneath her feet… #sunscribbles

Chaos. Cars fell into the crater. Brakes screeched as taxis tried to avoid the hole. Colourful characters teetered on the edge. Elmo’s wide costumed eyes stared into the sky as he fell backwards, down, down, and out of sight.

Everything ground to a halt and there was silence, until, breaking free from her mother and running to peer over the edge, a young girl asked, ‘What is it, momma?’

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