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  by Daniel Guy They say the new vaccine called DR13, is one hundred per-cent effective against the virus. You take one small pink pill and you are safe for the rest of your life, so everyone starts lining up to get their pill.  Karen is in her thirties, living and working in the city. She’s slim and pretty, with dark short hair and big brown eyes. But like everyone else, she’s struggled both financially and psychologically throughout the pandemic, so she doesn’t think twice about going along to the clinic and get herself vaccinated.  The nurse at the lab hands her the pill, and a glass of water.  ‘There are no side effects, except that you’ll probably feel a little weak for the rest of the day. Don’t worry, just take it easy. Tomorrow you’ll feel fine. The company that makes the vaccine have published a video which gives you some background information about DR13. You might want to just relax and watch the video. It’s good. I recommend it.’ Karen sits in th...

by Daniel Guy Chapter One A: The story of my pathway to enlightenment, starting as many often do, with heartbreak and misery. I’m twenty four, not long out of university, working for a great advertising company in the city, and I’m living with a tall, blond, charming and successful businessman called Jeremy, a man I am completely in love with. Everything is top banana, and then one day I discover he’s shagging other women. We’ve been going out for three years, and I’m that close to marrying the bastard. The discovery, the betrayal and separation is traumatic and I start to spiral down into a deep depression. All my ambition and zest for life evaporates. I leave my job. I lock myself away. I hear from a mutual friend a few months after that Jeremy thought I was a bit overweight, so of course I decide to start to starve myself, and then when it gets out of control, friends and family begin to worry. Then, out of the blue my Aunt Mary sends me a long email. (I’ve kept it, printed it out a...

  by Daniel Guy Harry’s life has been grey and predictable. Marriage and kids, a job in accountancy, and now at the age of fifty, a miserable divorce. So now he’s on his own again. He’s found a modest house in the countryside to live, where he hopes to restart his normal, uneventful life. One of his new routines is to take a stroll before going to bed, out of the village and up to the crest of a little hill, where he has a splendid view of the stars. He’s a bit of an amateur star-gazer and the view of the night sky here is impressive. Along the path up to the hill he’s noticed there’s a modern house, tucked behind some bushes and trees, with glass doors at the back that look out onto a small secluded terrace. The blinds are usually closed when he takes his stroll, but occasionally when he passes they are open, and he has a view into a large room empty with a grey carpet and a white fur rug. He has no idea who lives there, but he’s curious. One night, during his walk, he sees the bl...

by Daniel Guy Part 1. -See the guy at the bar, in the corner, reading a book?  -The skinny one with short black hair?   -Yeah. That’s him.  Corporal Murphy.  Looks like a clean living kinda guy, but underneath, who would believe it, huh? A fucking sicko, hiding in our unit. Incredible…   OK. So you go up to him and hand him this envelope. Inside is a photo of the laptop he lost. Tell him it was found on a park bench and it ended up on my desk. Tell him we checked to see if he had any classified army information on it, and we found some disturbing material, and we urgently need to see him. Tell him if what we found was shown to the commander, his promotion next year might be jeopardised, and his employment with the US Army terminated.  Tell him to come to the basement at the Officers Club tonight at ten pm. Tell him we haven’t told Commander Richards yet, but if he fails to turn up, we will hand the laptop over to him. O.K. Do it now. I’m going to ...