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Noodle's Fiction: The item.
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Is he an ally, a friendly, someone who knows about the item and its importance and who is looking out for me? Whatever, it's irrelevant now, the danger's past. This will change everything. Martin 2004-2013. I know, there's not much worth stealing, but still. Just in case.
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Noodle's Fiction: Recollections one.
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Liquid fills her straw and changes its colour and her throat bobs as she gulps down a huge sip of coke from the large styrofoam cup. Her eyes twinkle and look straight at me as finally her lips, glistening and moist, disengage from the straw; a tiny hiss of air as the cup equalises the pressure. She puts the cup down and continues to look at me, her eyes betraying something. Something. She shrugs nonchalantly, but a smile teases her lips apart. I smile, too. "Jeez, what? What are you- ". She kisses me pa...
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Noodle's Fiction: From then and there to here and now.
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From then and there to here and now. She baffled the scientific community. A 74 year old woman clawing and digging her way from a makeshift grave was surprising enough, but what was even more bizarre was that no one, not even Sarah herself, knew how she got there, in that hole in the ground, covered by five feet of dirt. Sarah was getting younger. Over the following decades, Sarah felt her body improving. Her dentures made way for a full set of healthy teeth, her bones gradually stopped hurting, she ...
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Noodle's Fiction: Cul-de-sac.
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According to Willard, "[t]his isn't startling at all. In fact, the simulation merely confirms my suspicions, which were at the basis of this project." Willard maintains that he foresaw this imminent extinction of truck drivers as early as two decades ago, and it is because of these suspicions that he scouted the brightest young minds in social psychology and evolutionary linguistics to create this simulation. All of this expressed by an increasingly complex series of light flashes. How could we not?
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Noodle's Fiction: Two for one euro.
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Two for one euro. Well done, I said, struggling to find something, anything to say. Thank you, you said, turning to me and smiling. There was a respectful (or nervous) two or three feet between us but still it was quite clear that you had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Several elevated heartbeats of silence followed before I spoke again. They’re a hassle, aren’t they? You just nodded, smiled, lifted your camera to your left eye and snapped a few shots. Two for one euro? Two for one euro? I just shook m...
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Noodle's Fiction: The Resort Manager's Tale.
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The Resort Manager's Tale. See local doctor - renew prescription syphilis. Buy razors to shave back. Buy puppy in window - drown it. E-mail Martin about arranging a wedding at resort, July 20th. The Rainbow Jar waiting expectantly for the day's spoils, a thought enters his mind. July 20th," he says to his reflection with a lisp brought on by his two missing front teeth. Several instants pass before he realises why that date rings a bell. He smiles a gap-toothed smile at his own deviousness.
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Noodle's Fiction: Recollections three.
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Did you know that Leonardo DaVinci didn't invent the helicopter? He blurted out, regained courage making him look you in the eye again. "There are records of Chinese children playing with a helicopter-like device a good 1000 years before DaVinci made his sketch." His finger was now on the page, an inch or so from your hand. "You don't say? We ended up having that coffee together, just the two of us, paid with our own pounds and pences, and having a hearty laugh, too.
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Noodle's Fiction: Triptych.
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Have a nice day, sir," she adds, still beaming. I reply with a quick nod and a wry smile. I will. Tomato, how very eccentric. I'd love to pick his mind, among a few other things, I think to myself, and the thought surprises me to such an extent that I dare not look at him as I tell him his burger isn't done yet. I concentrate on his tie instead. I reach under my jacket and grab my gun. This ends today. Martin 2004-2013. I know, there's not much worth stealing, but still. Just in case.
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Noodle's Fiction: Forever Endeavour.
http://noodlesfiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/forever-endeavour.html
The bath was running. A couple more minutes and it'd be fine. Just enough time for one more drink before the big event. The grande finale. The show stopper, so to speak. The smell of something metallic and musky entered his nose. The room swayed, his limbs felt heavy, even in the water, and his eyes closed. His eyes opened. Realisation washed over him as he stared at the ceiling above the tub. Martin 2004-2013. I know, there's not much worth stealing, but still. Just in case.
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