Some of the following are zipped up word documents. You will need to save 'em and unzip 'em but it's not too difficult - even I can do it!
"One man owns the world. One man rules the world. The accepted theory is that he's telepathic, and can tell what everyone's thinking, so no one dares think anything radical or revolutionary, or naughty. Whether it's true or not is beside the point. People believe that it's true, so it works, and the Man stays in charge.
This isn't as bad as it sounds, on the whole he runs things quite well, if you behave yourself. The few thousand citizens who disappear without trace every year have only themselves to blame, they were thinking naughty thoughts, weren't they? This has been going on for the best part of a century now. People, especially world dictators, live a lot longer now. It's later than you think. The world is smaller than you think. They can do lots of things you don't know about, but don't worry about them, I'll tell you what you need to know...... "
"The Summer Is Ended And We Are Not Yet Saved"
"The last thing I expected was to run into Lizzie again after all this time.
Don't misunderstand me, I was pleased to see him. I greeted him like the long-lost brother he very nearly was while he searched my pockets for Mars Bars. I didn't mind seeing Lizzie, it was all the complications I could have done without.
If you ask me to describe Lizzie to you, I would have to say I can't think of a single good thing to say about him, but that doesn't mean I don't like him. If you asked Lizzie what he thought of this opinion, he'd probably just say something like 'Well, it's true, you know, you don't expect Kizzy to lie to you, do you? Kizzy never tells lies!' Which isn't strictly true, but Lizzie and me, we understand each other, so there's never any bad feelings between us............. "
"The fire burned brightly on the edge of the surrounding darkness, close to the shore-line, next to the ocean. The salt water licked dark, oily strokes across the dampness of the sand, gentle caressing fingers counting every grain, arranging each tiny particle with loving precision, then, unsatisfied, returned moments later to renew the task and improve on its delicate handwork.
The water threatened to engulf the fire, but the tiny blaze had been built with artful care a scant stretched-stride from the high water mark, and the tips of the exhausted waves grasped at it in futile frustration, out of reach, but only just. San-San took another handful of the dried seaweed they had collected earlier and threw it on the fire. At first it hissed, as the ice crystals which had formed on its surface melted, boiled and evaporated all in the same instant, then it began to pop as the small bladders expanded and burst in the heat of the flames. San-San liked the noise they made, and he threw another handful on, just to hear it again......."
"From Earth to Kappa Crucis, from Kappa Crusis to Earth is not so far. The distance varies. This time has been the furthest. On the way back we took on Honoured Calla'ae, amongst others, but with us all the way has been Director Rantretg. I hate him .............."
Back to Mudshark Towers for a strong cup of tea