Worthing Flash

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When the Clock strikes twelve at midnight’s hour   Each beginning leaves a spark Every spark becomes a flame Life is turning, slowly, softly As the years tick by the same   When the clock strikes twelve at midnight’s hour The year a brand new start Every promise feels more honest Every hope comes from the heart While the year is starting over Let it start with something true In the quiet of the New Year All my wishes turn to you   The world will hold its breath tonight In streetlights' silver glow There’s truth’s in words we never said And thoughts we’ve yet to know The future lives above our heads Like fireflies in the dark As the old year bids us farewell The new about to start We’re counting down the what’s and if’s And smile at faults we see All the broken resolutions Teach us who we’re meant to be Hands are cold, but hearts are warm As tomorrow comes in view A blank page waiting patiently For something bri...

TAKE DOWN (Response to Deposition by Pascal Möhlmann (2024) ) The painter said they had arranged the scene as he liked, "thank you very much", so the crew of his assistants emerged from the corners to take it down. It was a crucifixion scene, the cross made of two long panels of wood leaned against a horizontal rafter of the studio; another wood panel rested in front of them on a sawhorse where the main figure had stood. The arrangement resembled a giant painter's easel, the artist's attempt at an understated comment on his work. The crew took down the long panels of wood easily; none had been nailed to hold them in place. The young woman in the red sweat jacket, who'd stood on the cross, the two assistants lowered toward the floor. The woman descended stiffly, her head leaning on a shoulder, her neck strained from its long pose. But everyone was glad to see her coy expression despite the trouble. Her left arm that had been firm to the cross she held rigidly ...

Christmas in Nether Sodbury In Tesco, Christmas starts some time in September and seems to go on forever. The Christmas decorations start going up in Nether Sodbury at some point in November. The Mander family were traditionalists and only celebrated Christmas at Christmas. It is a time of games, presents and family rows. In fact, the games frequently ignited the family rows. "Simon has been stealing from the bank. He's always doing that," said Graham. "Now, Graham, you must give your younger brother a bit of leeway," said Mrs Polly Mander. From this, you might not have gathered that all of the children were in their twenties and perhaps Polly hadn't caught up with this development. Graham's sister, Sally, probably didn't help matters by giving him a clip round the ear. "Did you see that? Did you see that?" Polly was sick and tired of "seeing that" and decided to ignore the suggestion. There was then an extended inquest ...

“ Highway to hell” boomed from a passing car as Lenny slowly let his heavy machine roll out. The song matched his mood. He refrained from revving the engine again before turning off the Harley. Maybe he had a few more seconds if nobody heard him coming. Lenny took off his helmet with the skull print and his sunglasses, ran his fingers through his long hair and opened his heavy leather jacket. Then he took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the lion’s den. After a few seconds, the door was pulled open. Lenny gulped as he thought of the fights that awaited him here every year. But now it was too late to turn back. Now he had to finish the journey. Lenny sighed devotedly, then strode energetically towards the house. “Merry Christmas, mom,” he said and took her in his arms. Andrea Tillmanns

Killing God Part II After their escape, Sheila and Hobbes (formerly known as John Griffin) discuss the next step to their “omniscient plan” for a Sovereign World Order in the marshy swamplands of Louisiana. Their plot, they call “omniscient” because of Hobbes’s godlike knowledge of all digital data. Greenhorn and Juan Carlo change the course of their investigative tactics and start researching the department’s most intelligent FBI agent, Sheila, born “Ursula Wolfgang von Goethe,” raised by immigrant grandparents from Germany to resurrect Hitler’s Third Reich by proliferating the scientific racism of eugenics. In her apartment, on the hard drive of her computer, they find neo-Nazi literature, as well as letters to Hobbes in her sent email with step-by-step instructions to eradicate Christianity. Sheila believes she must enforce population control via extreme measures, from selective social extermination to guided natural selection of only “superior” physical and psychological ...